A Knave's Entreaty

I know you're not a goddess.
Nonetheless, I am beseeching you,
O comeliest of county clerks,
O chestnut-haired absconder,
Who holds hostage both my loins
And heart. This afternoon's been
Dark and dreary. Muted light has
Dulled my brain, and I have read
So much as I can stomach, eaten,
Trimmed my nails. I know of
Nothing else to do, so I am begging.
Hurry here to me, and save the day.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-04-17 at 22:55

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