Claire
Introspective, and charmingly coy,
her shyness enchanted my heart.
She wandered along in her own private world
quite unwilling to ration a part
of her intricate mind full of poems
and novels so frightfully arcane
they would challenge a D.Phil from Oxon.
their mangled motifs to explain.
Then I discovered her Achilles heel,
the way to steal one little kiss;
it was Rilke, he was the key to her soul,
rigor mortis to absolute bliss!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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