I’ll gladly be your Robert Browning
if that is your fantasy
snuggle up beside you
only the flicker of what we’ve always been
to set this poetry…love
on fire

you can teach me the finer points
of billiarded verse
whilst I show you the winning strategy
of castle…kinged & queened
and proudly together
splay upon this starving rock face
a timeless match of Tarot cards
to make Venus and Mars
in all their majesty
blush

and you
my Elizabeth Barrett…lovely babbler
will sip your tea / me…my coffee
as the glory of our Trade wind
heats this northern capital
eternally out of torpor
so that Paris…a whole world
needn’t ever again fear
walking barefoot upon poetic floorboards

to the tickle trunk! to costume!
let us be that young Shakespeare in love
Romeo and Juliet...without suicide
ever further into the breach
my beautiful survivor
our first kiss shining as a beacon
for all hesitant lovers
to follow us

for the scroll has been opened
amour’s lesson reached 103
I can no longer turn you away
my shelter bandit
you’ve only one word to recite
to yoga this fantasy reincarnate
into reality


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11/04/2015