. Could it be Love? a pantoum My wits are kissed. Could it be love? My brain is drained of all but you. I’m cuckoo as a cooing dove. I have an over-rosy view. My brain is drained of all but you. A giggle tickles tipsy lips. I have an over-rosy view. My skin sings songs of fingertips. A giggle tickles tipsy lips. My thoughts trip on the edge of blue. My skin sings songs of fingertips. Is this just lust or is it true? My thoughts trip on the edge of blue. My days are dipped in fairy dust. Is this just lust or is it true? My heart’s a tad too high to trust. My days are dipped in fairy dust. I’m cuckoo as a cooing dove. My heart’s a tad too high to trust… My wits are kissed. Could it be love? . . Like Inca Doves The hummingbirds and monarchs splash the air With razzle-dazzle ripples of panache. They guzzle from hibiscus blooms that blare Their lemon-trumpet tune – their tease and flash. The butterflies of fancy-patterned wing All flitter in the glitter of the noon, As busy gems of buzzy-feathered zing Explode in emerald green and hot maroon. Above I spy two snuggled Inca doves. Their muted beauty dims the gaudy show. Their sober garb of dusty silver shoves All glitz aside. Their quiet, cozy glow Ignites my mind with tenderness we share Behind the blinds, beyond the dash and glare. First published in The Lyric . . Susan Jarvis Bryant has poetry published on Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, Light, Sparks of Calliope, and Expansive Poetry Online. She also has poetry published in TRINACRIA, Beth Houston’s Extreme Formal Poems anthology, and in Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets in the UK). Susan is the winner of the 2020 International SCP Poetry Competition, and has been nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize.