Jen In My Arms

Number III of THE JENNIFER POEMS My Jen, my own Jen- Thou forget the call of my heart. You come to my desperate arms While your perfume sends me wild. But you forget, you forget! Tell me if there be love be Or there be nothing but friendship. A thousand friends have I made, A thousand intimacies have I outlived. There I implore you oh Jen- Hesitate not to consummate our hearts. Oh there goes your heart Ding-dong- Ding-dong About to explode in mutual excitement Hold it not but let it speak for my heart. You hold it off- You stifle it oh Jen. There you sin. There you cheat that heart God has created for you and I.