Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go
Do not leave, but warmth to me bestow,
Lie beside me in my bed all night
Succour me when stormy dreams affright.
Oh , Alfred, tis your eyes that turn me on
The green and golden light is never gone.
Affection constant, touch and feeling shared.
I am not embarrassed when you stare.
For you , the gallant male, have ever seen
My naked form well lit by Jove’s sunbeams
And if I wear a gown of winceyette
You love it ,as it’s made for paws of cat.
Alfred ,we can’t marry yet I fear.
Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer.
Categories:
winceyette, i love you, loss,
Form: Sonnet