the princess of Long Island

( excerpt from the series, "Bungalow Diaries" )

Her pretty elvin head
Sweet little deaf ears -
but for the thunder one hears
when diamond boulders play "mad escape!"
down hungry, greedy, dreadful, demonic drains

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You flail your arms
All they see: a tiny thing
A curiosity, "a pity..."
"Poor sweet little angel..."
Pretty blind eyes, has she; (excepting largesse);
Impossible they would really see you:
King!
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Sweet baby Genius,
(You said I shouldn't tell them)
Sweet baby Genius,
your laps cross lakes far too frightening
for eensy bitsy princesses
to ever even enter.
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Your steady aureolic Globes, wise Eyes, cherubic shining Smiles;
Your silent soft audacious eyes show smile-sprayed Sky, horizons climbed...


You flash past vapid princesses in eggshell blue bikini tops;
They poke each other, side to side, while sun cells claim their shallow eyes;
You dive - whoosh!- "Creep!" their screams decry,
"You stupid boy, my hair, my eyes!"


Your hands squeeze Lightening...


Movie rolls; we see them writhing side by side
We hear them crying, leaving here,
You kiss them, brush mottled doll-hair              
You soothe their fear, you angel King
You smooth their journey, bid them, "Bye!"


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You hold more courage, more Self, more Heart
than those hollow cloned dolls on Ikea's trendy shelf near their beachfront bedrooms...
You know ...You comprehend, have come to ease their playtime wars


Your flailing arms glow in Dark and your hands hold Lightening
Bolts, brightening vacuums -
Your Mind, aeons wiser,
beyond books the Princess ever studied at Yale;
Your Heart, roomy, to calm trembling dolls' delicate new-manicured hands
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Maybe one of these Days,
in Time's wise teasey Momentary spark


the Princess of Long Island
will grow up and up.....


and her Soul, her Soul, too...
may glow half as Bright as yours...
Maybe one Day...


© CherylFaith Taylor