Love's Lowest Labour

Apr 09, 2008 - 08:27 AM PST

Caution is to wind
As flotsam to the sea
Putting all my sins aside
I pen a note to thee.
With poor and scrabby hand I write;
With trembling veiled desire
I liken me to Hercules, Apollo and The Stars.

As Virtue bides in your sweet breast
So Snake and Fox in mine.
That you departed, I'll redress
As grape transforms the vine.
I'll turn now barren earlier love
From bare skeletal form
And once again full fleshed with fruit
Return you to our home.
A neighbour to apology this missive I inscribe
Is 'Love' 'Possess' or might I hold you ever by my side?
What'ere!
I know you'll never leave again!