Poetry: Ode to Philip

Ode to Philip

Two perfect spheres wrapped in cordouroy-
Beauty that could make women cry,
Set ships to sail and planes to fly
To Washington in the dead of night
On a whim
Or something more like a pilgrimmage
To see the holy land
Where Philip sits
At his computer and sends me Jpegs that inspire poetry.
I slip my hands inside his mind
And what he gives to me
I cannot find its equal in all of California.
The sweetened plumb
Unkissed by sun or sky,
Silky skin of milky white
That someday I might hope to hold
And take his flesh in mind.