I touched you in your native tongue

by scaling syntax, rung by rung,

as though my words were rapt arms hung

with handy idioms that flung

their ribboned sentences among

your tresses. Clauses were beads, strung

together with your hair and slung

across your shoulders where they clung

with fervent ardor till they wrung

responses which from you seemed sung. 

Then you expelled your petalled lung

like honeybees had sweetly sprung

from fragrant hyacinths and stung

my senses with an artful tongue.

 

Frank De Canio works in New York and attended New Jersey State University. Frank has been writing poetry since age 11 and has accumulated since 1989, having written in earnest, more than 1000 poems. Frank has been published in Red Owl, Pleiades, Danger, Nuthouse, Rook Publishing. Accepted electronically for the web, and by Medicinal Purposes with 3 more poems awaiting publishing. Frank is "addicted" to classical music, and loves Latin pop, World music, and in fact, just about all styles of music "that's done well."