Lady please, I pray, my sweetest Ipsitilla
My darling one, my delicate charm
Come rule my restless temperaments
aside me through Siesta
And if you do, tonight we'll rest assuringly.
Lest you decide to seal the door
& bolt these higher aethers
Or wish to find another far in foreign wondering.
Stay home tonight and ready us
for nine-fold close embraces in the dark;
If after this, you want it still,
command me willingly.
And after lunch, I'll lay you upright in my arms
To come through ruptured holes
of tunic cloak in feathers.
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: translation,classic,tradition