Idyllic love poems wander the hills
with a pining goat herd playing his pipe
and singing mournful song
echoing down the quartz sculpted gorge
beneath waterfalls
where alabaster-skinned Naiads
lithe and languorous
bathed in crystal brooks.
Romantic poems lounge on sofas breathless
wearing corsets and crinolines
desperate
and untouched
fingering
strands of hair
John Donne's love poems
are wet
with wit.
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