' ' ' ' To His Uncoy Mistress Poem by Dónall Dempsey

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.


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With apologies to Mr. Marvel