love wish

A WISH FOR LOVE

A Dream For An Old Man

En Pentametre Iambique

By Izzy Ess Of Slow Finesse

I know a girl named Tinkerbelle, in town,

Who likes to wear an auburn evening gown;

She has a form like Venus of the brown

And wears a diamond in her silver crown.

She loves me and she shows her love above,

Beyond the serenades of her white dove;

Her arms encircle me and with a shove

She takes me to her breasts with ample love.

Perhaps she tires of my sharp wit and bite

And would endure a wrestling, pushing fight;

Perhaps she’d like a lover who takes flight

When she is finished for the Nether night.

Oh love me Venus, hold me very tight;

Oh love me when the there is a morning light!

I am transfixed when you are in my sight

And I hold you with all my body might!

Please Venus be a woman not a one

Who circles an old man for just the fun;

My every sinew is in tune or done

Or I am fallen into the old sun.

I’d like to be a god-like Mars for you

And give you Timbuktu and Xanadu;

I am but flesh and blood and feral goo

Because of loving, yearning only you.

Oh come down to my Earthly firmament

And lie with me in my own lonely tent;

Oh, do materialize before Lent

And find a way to pay my paltry rent!

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

November 25, 2013