Before you turn and finally part,
Unwind this tourniquet from...
Enough! You know the rhyme and how it ends:
“...blah, blah, blah, from my heart”
Too much angst for me. I refuse the rejected lover's curtain call.
No more: “Your neck gave no early warning
Of warm seduction in the morning.”
And some: “Your neck gave no early warning,
That it needs shaving in the morning.”
This is cathartic.
You might have liked: “Your tresses, spread like Sif's woven gold,
Are plated on my inner soul.”
But now: “Your tresses shined like Sif's woven gold
Will thin and grey as you grow old.”
Ouch! But I'm feeling better.
I could have written: “Your nose bridges such eyes and lips
That shame golden flowering May cowslips.”
Instead: “That nose that bridges eyes and lips
With time and gravity droop and drip.”
Are you getting my inner self yet?
You will miss: “Legs that lead to heaven's gate,
Held promise if I deigned to wait.”
I won't miss with: “Those legs that lead to heaven's gate
Now hinged for all below the waist.”
Funny, isn't it, how one's outlook changes.
Oh! Your eyes and teeth.
“Your eyes are black holes stealing light,
Your teeth like yellow stars at night.”
Do I feel better now?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
Before you turn and finally part,
Unwind this tourniquet from...
Enough! You know the rhyme and how it ends:
“...blah, blah, blah, from my heart”
Too much angst for me. I refuse the rejected lover's curtain call.
No more: “Your neck gave no early warning
Of warm seduction in the morning.”
And some: “Your neck gave no early warning,
That it needs shaving in the morning.”
This is cathartic.
You might have liked: “Your tresses, spread like Sif's woven gold,
Are plated on my inner soul.”
But now: “Your tresses shined like Sif's woven gold
Will thin and grey as you grow old.”
Ouch! But I'm feeling better.
I could have written: “Your nose bridges such eyes and lips
That shame golden flowering May cowslips.”
Instead: “That nose that bridges eyes and lips
With time and gravity droop and drip.”
Are you getting my inner self yet?
You will miss: “Legs that lead to heaven's gate,
Held promise if I deigned to wait.”
I won't miss with: “Those legs that lead to heaven's gate
Now hinged for all below the waist.”
Funny, isn't it, how one's outlook changes.
Oh! Your eyes and teeth.
“Your eyes are black holes stealing light,
Your teeth like yellow stars at night.”
Do I feel better now?
