Art by Michael Hutter © |
lord
mercutio feigned his death for a good reason
there
was a secret deal
with
the palace guards
a
plan beholden
to
his hand to bottomed joy
the
jokes were all a ruse
something
he used
as
all he ever wanted
was
to spank
the
ladies
their
pear and
apple
cushions
had
captured his
imagination
from
the time
he
grew baby
into
a sidekick lore
he
set about after tybalt, paris
and
romeo dead were dead
to
handle the maidens of the land instead
he
said there is no honor
taking
up another man's life
so
he took the hook of his nose
and
set about to make fantasy his right
there
was this lust he loved to grow
ancillary
and bent, a comfortable rose
with
velvet furniture and gloves
he
talked of taking time
to
a fully clever and demure
to a smile gracing
with invitations tasting
drinks to shed lace
he
had hoped for sure
he
stated so when inclined
I
just want to cup a woman's behind
your
crown princes' are memories
they
are courtyard shade trees
you
can sing to them what you like
he
says to each lady
in
a tapestry whisper
its
your dress
I
want to hike
so
that
in
every chamber of Verona
you
will hear me ask
have
you ladies
a
preference for the bed
or
the floor or
maybe
more wine to task
perhaps
a roam and chase
perhaps
another laugh
while
I turn the moon
a rich belly pink
so
what say you ladies
would
you mind my palms
in
prayer down there
what
do you think
do
I have to beg
do
I have to swear
do I have to crawl with the bare
parts of my desire
where you can
see why I came
calling your name
today
EJR
©
Little horny
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