Lainey On The Cam Poem by David McLansky

What will be gained by saying “Nay”
What’s modesty preserved?
Love re-beckons every day
Love is not reserved;
Reluctantly you peel a glove
And show a fevered palm;
Oh, this is but the dew of love,
I’m ready to sing psalms;
Oh wounded maid be not forlorn
Light glistens through the trees
The sun with love is new reborn,
Your naked hand I seize;
Forgive this act, ardent rash,
I’ve grasped your heated palm,
You color as if you are abashed,
Still your breath, be calm;
My heart o’er leaps cold prudent’s walls
Charged wildly with love’s passion,
I only heed hot Nature’s call,
My love cannot be rationed;
The proof of love is in relief,
Oh join your palm to mine,
I come with love not as a thief,
But with a heart confined.