David Lewis Paget
The Contract - Poem by David Lewis Paget
I see with eyes
Not of my conception.
I steal sighs and weave why’s
Wrought from some disaffection with your
Wherefore’s and therefore’s, and buts
Ifs, ands, hands and thighs.
Am I to lie, dissatisfied
In tides of life’s distractions
With your ‘what’s more’s’, cricket scores
And less of interaction with your
Lipsticks and silk slips, and knees
Tongue, tights, slights and flaws?
This contract slips
With my part clause, refer yours
Regarding dissipation of my
Needs, pleas, misdeeds, and tears
Ties, lies, sub-para four.
And in the end?
Our last is our disaster
For the dream cries, and love lies
In the bleeding alabaster of our
Silken skins and our lie-ins, where the pain
Pours, the same soars and sighs.
29 March 1977
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