she was snowdrops in the midst of summer;
unexpected, meant for another.
i liked to wrap myself inside her.
comely couples, dulcet tones:
who’s talking now? god knows.
she was my panacea
panted, see her – in my pandemonium,
she was quoniam.
she was the talisman
to the haggard man who breathed her in.
she was ebullience, magnificence –
she loved me, once.
she loved with her elixir eyes,
my evanescent prize.
she was lavender and boiling water,
milk and coffee sunsets
over a steamy city,
where the highway blinks in red and yellow,
buzzed in her elixir eyes.
ineffable, she bubbled like champagne in the foyer,
in white-gloved hands,
on silver trays.
she was patent leather over marble floors,
red cheeks and chapped lips,
water and wine.
she was fine,
a pearl for a pauper,
a mother for an orphan daughter.
her mind walked a craggy road,
but my boots were in the cobblers.
[Lois describes herself as a “confused english student,” though one quickly finds a polished, charming poet in her work. She has an elegant style that compliments her keen insight and whimsical sensibilities. It is a pleasure to present her work, and we ask you to take a second to look at more of her wonderful work.]