The Blissful Misery of Love

Put your hands into my ears
Into my mouth - into my fears
Put them softly on my heart
Slowly pull my ribs apart

Now quickly take the organ out
And hook your fingers on the doubt
Steal my love and worries too
And keep them always safe with you

Sew me up with a caress
As you slip off my fuchsia dress
Kiss me gently like the sun
And tell me I'm the only one

Clothed in laughter; deep in thought
Half-way through the wine you brought
Under cover sans disguise
I'm lost and found within your eyes

Let's make a pact to stay this way
In love in lust in disarray
But nothing lasts - not even this
(Let's seal the promise with a kiss)

Just know that each sweet touch will lie
Each word has life and soon must die
The honesty of love so pure
Will try, but must fail to endure

The passing of days/months/years
Destroys a love and brings back fears
One day my heart will cease to beat
No longer will you be complete

Our love will end in tragedy
Too soon your blinded eyes will see
The folly of eternal love
And shame of heaven up above

So when you hold my hands in yours
(as we make love instead of wars)
Know that our time is very brief
That soon you will be filled with grief

Like water carefully cupped in hands
Time flows through (like hourglass sands)
This moment - it could be our last
This fleeting present becomes past

The TEA

The floral landscape was quite marred by boy and girl in a backyard.


Girl:
Do you think it’s prudent dear,
For you and I to be so near?

Boy:
Who shall gasp if us they see?
We are just two, having tea.

Girl:
I feel I must Sir, ask you why,
You have your hand on my sweet thigh.

Boy:
My dearest, I see nothing ill
In maintaining my grip still.

I merely seek to keep you warm,
And so I hold your lovely form.

Girl:
Well, [removes hand] that might be as you say
But it’s quite warm and hot today.

I’ll thank-you to keep your hand from me,
I fear that my mother should see.

Boy:
And if she did, what would she know?
Only that my love I show.

But if you’re shy, I’ll let you be –
‘Tis enough to share your tea.

Girl:
Thank-you sir, that sounds quite fine.
(It seems somehow I’ll make him mine.)

Boy:
A tea-cake dear? To fill you up?
Or maybe tea inside your cup?

Girl:
No, I wish for us to walk.
Along that path [gestures] we two shall talk.

Boy:
A splendid thought, a grand ol’ plan.
For walking paths, I’m your man!

[she grabs his arm – they walk the path]

Girl:
My these bushes are so high,
I feel they reach up to the sky.

Boy:
My dear I must agree with you,
They quite obscure our view it’s true.

Girl:
What’s more is that they block the sun,
I’m getting cold, this isn’t fun.

Boy:
Why, I may be of help to you!
I know exactly what to do!

Her hat cast off, the ground they meet,
The lovers quite swept off their feet.

A strong embrace, a girlish squeal,
These nymphs make love sound quite ideal.

Alas, those shrubs were four feet tall,
And mummy dearest saw them fall.

Like a hare she hopped right over,
But did not stop to eat the clover.

No! She marched up to the path,
Prepared to release rage and wrath!

Mother:
My flowers! You have crushed them all!
You blindly squashed them with your fall!

The lovers, shocked out of their mind,
Were deeply saddened then to find,
That little posies they had stomped,
Unbeknownst to they that romped.

The girl mom grabbed quite by the ear,
The boy she smartly kicked his rear.

Mother:

My flowers! I just planted these,
And now they’re dead – and with such ease!

You two scoundrels, must now part!
[To him] Never shall you have her heart!

The lovers hung their heads in shame,
Regretful of deserved blame.

But in their minds they truly knew,
On other paths they’d surely woo.

Love is fine, love is grand,
Just be careful of where you stand.