Something for Somebody

My midsummer night’s fantasy? Lysander’s lady, Hermia. Now there’s a rare bird. I picture her barefoot in the mist-veiled night Wearing just a fairy garland and a gauzy flowing cloak. She’s a teller of pictures and a painter of tales, Known to break the monotony of any boring spell With the means to make one feel at home And stand comfortably naked before her bedroom eyes. She’s proudly erotic in a classical way, and not the least bit shy, With charms and potions meant to make a man feel lucky. She is the most ravishing daughter of Athens. Lysander had better be on his best game, For given chance, I’d lay with her in the temple of Zeus And not fear the fury of those jealous, petty gods. Given chance, I’d love her with the passion of a god.