Missed Connections in Monterey Bay
No single beauty is the best,
Since she is all one flower divine…..
O mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow-
Her voice makes perfume which she speaks,
Her breath is music faint and low!
And so, one night, I’d like to sneak,
When darkness tolls the hour of pleasure,
A craven thief, toward the treasure
Which is your person, plump and sleek…
And, most vertiginous delight!
Into those lips, so freshly striking
And daily lovelier to my liking-
Infuse the venom of my spite.
A shame we merely crossed path for a moment, for if we were in a place where we could actually talk I would enjoy further hearing the music of your voice.
A lovely woman who would make the goddess of love jealous.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
While I generally avoid missed connections that use an uncredited poem (or song lyrics), I decided to make an exception in this case as Charles Baudelaire has been dead for a century and a half. In our poem of the day, our Monterey Bay poet actually did a mash-up of two pieces which work pretty well together. Let’s hope the intended recipient of this message doesn’t dig further and read the unabridged versions – they’ll find something somewhat different in tone!