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Five lovers have I, nimble servants each
One comes to me in ardour where I teach

One comes in curiosity attired
And only leaves when senses all are fired

One comes in blossom with fidelity
He leaves behind a bird’s nest in my tree

One comes to worship at my body’s shrine
Leaves me devotion and a glass of wine

One comes to me without being capricious
Of all his charms I’m the most suspicious

Five faithful servants all do me adore
Until I am their servant, asking more –

I’m beggared but so rich in sex and sentiment
I’ll tax them all for this faithful flower meant. 

published IN MEMORY OF HER Dublin 2008

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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