Like
wow
&
how!
You’ve proved
that you’re a girl
& I’m a boy.
Already I have adored
each breast
for two hundred years
or more
& 30,000 years
to the...eh...rest!
And I ain’t finished
yet &
we haven’t even undressed.
This, I take it
is the going lover’s rate
& quite a good
percentage.
This...vegetable love...that doth
grow upon me
(& we ain’t talking
cucumbers... dear!)
is
(I can assure thee)
totally organic.
And is more that willing to be
put to the test.
“Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes! ”
“Sorry...getting carried
away! ”
Time’s winged
chariot
seems to have taken
a wrong turning
& timeless here
we stand
hand in loving hand
greedy mouth upon greedy mouth
more John Donne
(“Come Madam come! ”)
than Andrew
bloody Marvel.
*******
With apologies to Mr. Marvel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most amusing parody. I like your take on the winged chariot - '& timeless here we stand...' Those moments are timeless indeed.