On to the Fairies
I am batty,
Although your hair is short and brown,
And when I look,
Wishing to speak,
There are bolts
So odd in my limbic system.
I would say I am Adonis,
But I am not so beautiful.
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 on Broadway,
And they are sleek,
And I love them too,
But I, obedient like oceans,
Crave 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 yet again,
Lurking, burning with no pity.