Petar/Uncle Charlie's Host

On east forty-fifth
On second floor is/
Petar, man-boy gift
A Fleur-de-lis.

A sprite that waits
‘I Serve’, like Wales/
A princely gait
Tornado gale.

From portal-to-patio
Glides on Mercurial wings/
You await the god-boy
And his swivel-hip swings.

Floats on ocean-of-air
A Bulgar bliss/
With a unique flair
You don’t want to miss.

His eyes draw you in
Like horizontal gravity/
Once met, puts you in a spin
You look, and curse the brevity.

A tight body spun
Angelic face too/
You bite your mute tongue
For lack of words to woo.

Hello and a bright smile
In the darkened night/
You stay awhile
By that warm light.

Petar, ecstasy/
Charlie’s angel/
Eye-candy for thee.

Puma/MMIX

Copyright 2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’