A Proposal To Valerie Dohren - Poem by David McLansky
Would you mind
If I made love to you
My wife is still asleep
I just fluffed her covers up
And tucked them round her feet;
As a Poet
I need to love
The early morning’s boring
And though she is my turtle dove
I need distraction from her snoring.
I need to joust with pen and thought
Aroused by passions feast,
Can you be a wordsmith sought
I can be discreet.
Let me love you with my words
Across this prudent net
Exchanging vows and ardent sighs
Without getting you upset,
I rise early, like the morning lark
While she’s a true night owl,
I fall asleep when it gets dark
At night, she’s on the prowl.
In the day we are like two love birds
Exchanging seed from beak to beak
But in the morning I need words,
Someone to whom I can speak;
In the early morn I chanced upon
Your appeal for dreamy love
You sound like someone of whom I could be fond,
An internet ardent dove.
What dream like Art
Could he created
In the play of love
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