How Would I Love Rapunzel?
I am batty for your love,
Although your hair is short and brown,
And when I look into the widows of your soul,
Wishing to speak,
There are lightning bolts
In my central nervous system.
I would say I am Adonis,
But I am not so beautiful.
I think we should ride street cars in San Francisco.
It’s your voice, really,
More eloquent than William Shakespeare,
And I believe you have worn miniskirts.
There are many girls in cashmere scarves,
In art galleries and at Broadway shows,
And they are sleek,
And I love them too,
But I—obedient like the oceans to the moon—
Crave you and wonder:
Have you ever taken Japanese tea?
I don’t believe you wear high-heeled shoes—
No, I think not—
And this morning’s sun is a bastard,
Lurking low in the sky,
Burning without pity
Like the lightning bolts
In my brain.