Do Thy Lightening! — A Sightseer’s Poem

My Selfish Love To Have Known That Tender Smile

With a little tish and a pocket inciting,

I pang the native desire and hold —

Gripping its gripe

With the twisted sugar

Of an armed lock —

Pish to the ends I hear?

My — isn’t this Gay!

Long have I love —

Grappled with the twisting

Fates of our love.

Long fisting the

Broaching despair does

When you’re not there.

The true complexions

Of you have always

Be known and adjusted for

Within the daring I have

For you — my friend.

Selfishly I dotted on you

Hey — look out, for the

Seering overture

Is sure to be had —

Soon a day maybe

Where I could grapple

That firm despair

Out from your arms

And be that

All under arms

And closed into

Farewell-thee-bridges.

My Selfish Love To Have

Known That Tender Smile

Underlined —

The lanes are too wide

And gumping by and by.

For me — are a tasseling desire

To clamber and grapple

Away at you — have you;

With you, at your tastes

By your slender thighs

And rample steel

In the behinds.

Do Thy Lightening!

Break my foment and steel

By tortured years

Of being congealed

And under in their

Husbanding zeal.

Do Thy Lightening!

Hush my parcel

And make me your daughtering

Resides to be

By and by —

Mad and ludicrous

Is my doxy to

Have you by

This evening proxy.

Do Thy Lightening!

For this mother

Is hunkering down

By end shuffles

And aching ruffles

By shindig

And gayety without

Muscle.

Do Thy Lightening!

And make me the havoc

To finally send you

By the eventide

Into a final rest

From your pain

And rapture — my friend.

I do dare about and request from you —

Ever faithfully, Yours.

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