Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song
Who dubs me frantic? Summer winds subside.
Her soft feet kiss the grass. I’m quite untied!
My fond eyes find the music of her hips.
I propagate the faith each lover knows:
My ten commandments are her ten bare toes.
To the path on which she walks, I press my lips.
Havoc my bumbling wits, tremendous queen!
Show me a dance that only God has seen.
Angels amaze me: all the saints conspire
To plunge my heart into a cool blue fire.
Don't ask me, camerado, why I swoon!
Thomas Carew, have all your lilies faded?
Her limbs are lively. How can I be jaded?
She's Planet Earth, and I her orbiting moon.
My mad mind catches what the best brains miss:
Her gestures are a liturgy of bliss.
Sages, attend: I live to sing her name
Who smithereens my fear, shatters my shame;
I am her thrall, her trifle and her toy.
In drowsy dale, by hedge or river-bed,
Where her steps linger, I would rest my head.
She plays with me, her knave, her naughty boy.
I bend my knees before her, raise my eyes,
And bask in love's perpetual surprise.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-08-24 at 10:31
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