My Secret Lover

Poem

To her, I said, “how do you do?” Replied she, “may forget thee, I too.” C’est pas grave, so far as you treat me Like the king of the heavens and with glee. Though with you my audiences are short, Accept my tributes and sincere thought. At the sight of your brunette and of my coming, when testosterone and estrogen cometh running, Promise to kiss and stiffen me by thy caress And allow me to enter the sweetest recess Of your Temple, and I shan’t complain, Even if you threw me out like damaged grain.

Halifax, 25.08.2020