MOMENTARY ECSTASY
A steamy July night,
a periwinkle carousel
spikes mystical music
in my quivering ears.
Dancers dance lightly
with blossoms of flowers
who have ballerina legs
that twine with ardent
iridescent humming birds.
An uncanny blue breeze
saturates all my senses
blowing me through
the cavernous mouth
of the Grotta Azzura
for a moment of ecstasy.