Gf: Yuliya: I Would Be A Fool... Poem by Brian Johnston

I would be a fool
To love you for your hair alone,
(Though I could) ,
The unfurled flag of your femininity
Stirs my blood like a patriotic song.
Your curls are dappled clouds
That stretch like cresting waves
Across an inverted oceanic sky,
Fall from the horizon of your face
(Attempt to draw attention
From the lovely length of neck
But fail) ,and finally break
On a quiet beach of white shoulders.


Poet's Notes:
For Yuliya Verbitskaya -March 1990
This poem was written while I was asleep. As I dreamed, I was sitting at a desk writing this poem for Yuliya. I woke up and simply wrote it down almost exactly as I remembered it (with very little fine-tuning) . This poem marks the only time that has ever happened to me, though some mornings, I will wake up with a title or the first line or two of a new poem.