[ CC ] Deja vu Rendezvous

  
 
Not likely partridge or finch  
perhaps roller pigeon  
definitely a Starling in stakeout  
perched on laurel branch  
   
in a public park peering  
through a pair of binoculars  
at man camped on bench  
twilght hour grown dim -    
   
Look!  
at what she's done to him!  
It's almost criminal  
   
Going out on limb  
myself, I'd say,  
It's subliminal  
   
Spray on the Luminol -  
more than meets the eye    
going on in this poem  
   
regarding consonance  
and as for the assonance -  
that's no coincidence either  
   
Silent as a lamb  
on the lam far from home  
   
I am the sun  
You, the moon  
   
crepuscular, creeping up    
from behind throughout June  
   
See how they run in the dark?  
How they dance in the sky?  
Keeping distance above  
far from one another;    
in love, a seemingly    
forbidden romance  
   
Now, fly, fly, fly  
away, little Starling    
I promise we'll meet again    
soon  
and not by chance;  
   
then and only then  
I shall kiss you on the lips    
during a dark dove day;  
our very own private eclipse  
   
We'll dine on vintage saps  
during late nightcaps suckled  
from that laurel tree's cleavage  
you and I both know is just a  
metaphor  
   
Underneath its leavage  
we'll meet again  
same as before  
in  
deja vu rendezvous  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
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