Eli Shaber is a retired surgeon who is now a poet, traveler, and raconteur. Eli has previously published an epic-style novel curiously entitled "The Dude 'Du Jour' Of Somalia" (Greenpoint Press, 2010). He lives a quiet, tidy life in New York City with his wife and puppies. He can generally be located on his stoop.
After 25 years of trying, I finally got it right. This is for my love Elizabeth. Simply stated, she makes my life gracious.
Pixy-Dust
Whimsy
Unfettered and naif
Splendidly blended
In a jet-coal-black tuxedo
Flat-front filigreed shirt
White as a winter blizzard
Incandescent
Triple dimpled bow-tie
Shimmers in satin
Elegant button-backed braces
Cinched, smartly
In its absence
Imaginary jewelry glimmers
Virgin patent leather pumps
Sparkle and glow
Pixy-dust
Curiously impeccable hair
Immaculately contoured
Flawlessly ambiguous
Radiant vermilion lips
Pulsate, impossibly
In deep-deep
Sanguine red
Gooooey
Slinking, sliding
Floating, gliding
Androgyny
At the deep end of the pool
Pure kabuki
Bitten and stung
Punctured
Delicious, delirious
Subsumed and submersed
Ebullience, uncluttered
Careening still
My tabula rasa razed
Drenched indelibly
In a blissfully archaic sea
Of crimson red surrender
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