(after Alfred de Musset)
I take the view that travel gets you wet.
There’s also wind and dust. And in the morning,
your clothes are crumpled. Is this tete-a-tete
worth all the hassle? I would end up yawning!
I take the view, there is no greater folly
than starting an affair far out of town.
Don’t go by Madame Laide or Missy Jolie,
for hotel plumbing always lets you down.
Sheer, well-adjusted stockings, white as milk:
a pretty dress, decked out in watered silk:
your toenails clean, and painted: what beats that?
Or do you think I’m talking through my hat?
I might as well speak Japanese to mice:
what lover ever listened to advice?
Shimmering blue light shines golden through lavender swirl
Beyond the window edge above the pond red mirrored black wings whirl
Shadows across curtain blow a thousand birds sun rise
There you have a poem from the poet's eyes
woods breathe earth spring lilacs droop drip dewgrass suns
Wet shoulders damp towels shaving razor rinse soap water runs
You toast hot butter coffee cup steam rises smoke cigarette glows
There you have a poem from the poets nose
Hands reach warm touch kisses brush skin watered silk fingers glide
Eyes over me and you up thighs tremble and down slow slide
Heart heat beats breath catches lips legs mouths parted to prod ...he...
There you have a poem from the poet's body
smiles tears break your heart my heart aches for all of you all of me aches more
Love swear and heart pledges and I and you my eyes adore
Seeing you wanting you alone standing above and understanding setting you apart
There you have a poem from the poet's heart
Marlowe’s ‘The Passionate Shepherd to his Love’
‘ Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove,’
see about this poem...
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The Maiden’s Answer
I’ll come with thee and pledge my life
if ye will take me for thy wife
for I, a maid, must have me wed
ere any man come to my bed
My gown will be of watered silk
rich pearly white like new drawn milk
Soft satin slippers for my shoon
with tiny buttons all aroun’
A silver belt will gird my waist
bedecked with rosebuds, white and chaste
and o’er my head, a cap of lace
with bridal veil to shield my face
And ye must build a fragrant bower
amid the thyme and gillyflower
Lay springy heather for my bed
and soft green rushes at my head.
Then I will come to thee and lie
beneath the shield of parchment sky
Upon the day ye marry me
I’ll be thy love and live with thee
Shoon--shoes
Lullabye
All smelling sweet with powder and of milk
‘Tis time to cuddle in your cosy bed
Mid golden hair that feels like watered silk
Are kisses showered on your curly head
Now comes the hour when soft the lamplight glows
And casts an evening shadow on the wall
Your baby cheeks are lightly brushed with rose
No more the dew from drowsy eyelids fall
So hush now babe there is no fear of harm
To dreamland, drifting slowly, you will creep
The hands that hold you closely, safe and warm
Will rock you gently til you fall asleep
The clear blue eyes in peaceful slumber close
And little baby sleeps in sweet repose
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