The Penultimate Pleasures

Gracious Gift

Twas a splendor oft to rendor
The delicacies of your being
As time stood still your frame was tinder
That torched mine eyes unseeing

Neither was-it lark nor spark
To rid my passion thus
Vision blinded vision dark
My heart a frenzied fuss

Could not think of ought nor nought
To entreat your hallo'd presence
In the bramble my heart twas caught
betwixt your ethereal essence

Ships might sail and wives un-veil
But uncertainty still exists
To whether or not my heart might flail
Should thy company persist

Ah, Shall I reward such discord
With further thoughts of you
And in my heart- icons hoard
Why should my breast subdue?

For A Spirit flamed so aptly named
A thing of confused desire
Is quick to leave others maimed
From the dross of liquescent fire

If word you send my ear might bend
If courage I had to heed
And pray to God, my heart would mend
With simply ale or mead.

For word so fierce and quick to pierce
Would with uttered syllables harm
The flagon of my spirit's tierce
Poured out with great alarm!

If you would, perhaps I could
Find vigor in the wanting
Act upon the daunting "should"
And brace rejection's flaunting.

Albeit will or be it nill
A word that might destroy
So here I am patient till
Your lusty lips employ.

In world so bleak be sure you speak
From the candor of the heart
Lest my spirit forlornly leak
While retching itself apart

But be it yes in quaint address
How elated my eyes shall be
Tears of men are spilt for less
But never spent for me

(True, joyful tears throughout the years
May wet the pages of my life
leaving the papyri of my fears
Wilted from lack of lonely strife)

Your face resplendent and I dependent
On idylls to enchant
Fail to muse thy form ascendant
So mercy to thy leman grant.

If thou'dst in jest did grant request
Pray end thy bluff anon
For foolishness at my behest
Is still a wicked con

Thy eye a starry cluster full of luster
Ye The beauty of thy womb
A cosom of glory could not muster
The fullness of thy sapphic bloom.

Such treasure and true pleasure
I use to regale thyself
Each word a weighted measure
Upon a jewelers shelf

So cast not thence further hence
Teary Pearls before such swine
If thou be true in any sense
I shall gladly call thee mine!