Negligee
Contributed by
screwge
on
Sunday, 25th May 2008 @ 01:58:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Why always in some negligee? she came to me
As harried as a tornado,
With a similar silhouette, all the coolness of a cloud,
Yet her love aimed at Plato.
She would never touch, would never brush,
Was as evanescent as an impish dew --
Or an impressive rainbow --
And equally hard to woo
And was impatient with a reason,
Made a pact with a woe,
Ran fingers busily,
And reaped all she began to sow.
Sometimes I chided her physique
And did not believe she was independent of dreams,
Like a nascent alias among headstones,
But she was a solid in the steams!
Beware, hands out.
She will collide imperial bosom first,
But her foul is not quite touch;
I've not yet been reimbursed.
Come loping in the house, this woman
Would accessorize doorways,
Splay herself out against the doorframe
In her good-natured haze
And then, never a second to waste,
Would fret by the lock,
Gaiety besmirched by the puzzled hole --
Her concerns as effusive as Prufrock.
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