I have been thinking
of what she could be lacking
anything she couldn't be having
anything wanting, missing
in her lovely fullness
I have down traced
her visage, her face
brow, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips
her frame, her flesh
from neck to hips
and I have nothing skipped
in her lovely wholeness
I have seen
her smile, her grin
speeches, bearing, mien
and I can't but be keen
on her lovely finesse
But alas and alack,
as she is a woman perfect
with such a womanliness
that she needs no more thereof,
the only thing she is deprived of
is a touch of manliness;
and as she is not a man which I'm
she has no manliness which I've;
and as she has no manliness which I've
she may be in need of a man which I'm;
and as she has no man which I must need be
she may well need, if needs be,
me
YOU ARE READING
Ralinsha
Non-FictionIt started on the eleventh day of the third moon, the day before my thirty-eighth sun, this year. Having seen her on the box days or weeks earlier, it occured to me that particular day to write a poem about her, not knowing whence and how the fancy...
