Tribute To a Lady

Sometimes at evening when the sun goes down I light a little candle all ready for love I am older than Luther, soul of soul unbound I bridge desire with Bee Gees, and move To your ears to whisper in hibiscus tones Anticipating your wet and sweet delicious moans. But you have the day still wired to your soul Blisters and bruises from Monday’s blues You sigh misshaped by the world’s callous mould You need tenderness without the old cues Silent massage of toes, and a listening ear To the litany of woes wrinkling your heart with care. I say softly to our son, your mother, child, is weary She is human too … not just here to serve Our needs … milk of our existence bright or dreary Prattling visions of corrections on the nerve Help me to do, what she alone so oft has done Bring her to a state crowned in golden glows of sun. O mother, woman, queen, eternal wife, behold My soul is laid down as carpet for your feet My heart the citadel replenishing love and gold Defending your virtue from rough rain and sleet I come with thoughts of kindness and the thrift Of all my soul’s domain as your treasure and gift.