Primordial Response Poem by James Walter Orr

PRIMORDIAL RESPONSE

The images flash by before my eyes,
Like thoughts that wander through my cluttered mind.
I see them. Then they're gone, with no goodbyes.
Would they have been the things I seek to find,
Or are they visual waves that wash ashore,
To spend their force and then appear no more?

You tell me that my words can tie your tongue,
And cause your cheeks to crimson with your bloom.
But though in truth, life finds you yet so young,
The seeds of woman sprout within your womb.
It is an Eve, full grown, looks out those eyes,
Though clothed within a maiden’s thin disguise.

Should I, across your lips, a stammer hear,
Or see a blush suffuse that lovely face:
My heart, like surf that pounds the cliffs, so sheer,
Exults to know that sweet, poetic grace:
Rejoice to know that you are earthly born,
Ethereal as the mists that rise at morn.

Oh, woman, cloaked in twilight’s falling dark;
Within whose sensual eyes, the starlight pools,
Primordial ember turns to glowing spark,
Reminding us, we men are always fools.
Must evolution’s fated built in snare,
Roil to the surface, stripping nature bare?