When vulpine, voluptuous Miss Sharon Redd
first entered the room, I went heels-over-head.

In a soft, suede, short-sleeve, short-short one piece
lovely light limber-lithe legs exposed,
hyper hip shoes and painted red toes,
Miss Sharon Redd entranced my apartment,
a hurrysome whirl of womanly woes.

Vividly I remember the first time
when she breezed in, those high check bones!
Full red rich lips, O those twins that singed l’amour
Sur toute les choses. 

In a Virginia-accented sweet speaking voice,
easily laughing at life absurd.
Dishing the dirt but fairly, discreetly
with the inflection of sensuous birds.

One morning after staying up all night,
to the Pierre for breakfast we went.
Cafe-au-lait with my cafe au lait lady
Lay, lady, lay, on my big brass bed
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

Singing, SINGING!
The girl has some mighty righteous pipes
Stunning honey running past the haunting pain,
Sung through panes of stained glass windows
Summer winds summoning the mourning rain.

Love at first sight does exist.
Long before the lips have kissed,
Comes desire that will persist
Until some becoming bliss
Leaves you with someone to miss
When the Miss turns into missed.

(c) Ken Sullivan 2020