If you happen to be near that warm region
Where palm trees sway in embracing breezes

And the Sun kisses skins and palms reach in smiles for those familiar faces

You'll find that place where the Black Swans move to rhythms of beauty
And tongues dance in songs of joyous celebrations

Dressed in garments that tease the heavens and rob the attention from the most well intentioned of all species.

You see,
These are the daughters of what used to be Eden
Who mark pages in the walls of your hearts subconscious with enchanted linen adorned with the curves of earthen tones.

Sun seekers
Who walk the beaten roads as if elegance held their feet in delicate petals of rose scented heels.

Courageous men kneel before their majesty in modest hopes of an eternity with just one of these daughters.

But only the strongest can bathe themselves in such fierce beauty.

It's true! Look!
Aphrodite herself is dared by their mere presence to be more beautiful
Their robes alone scream the passions of their sun soaked bodies
Till eyes can see Gods reflection on the surface of their fluid motions.

The Black Swans are dancing.

From their souls to their sun rich feathers
And all we can do is watch them.

Figurines in the minds picture frame,
Their figures paint stories with fabrics and crowns of woven curls.

Each one a queen of the respective mind she captivates
Eden resides in their hearts and so we become prisoners of Edens New Garden.
But is it such a bad thing to captain ones emotions towards that paradise?

If not,
then I encourage the indulgence of true beauty

Now let us watch, as the Black Swans dance in that warm region where the palm trees sway to rhythms of the Sun's breezes.

Yours Truly,

BamBam: The Poet

*Photo Courtesy of Devian Art