~| s a r a b a n d e |~
(experiment in high style)



Oh, Lady,
Lady,
my hand is cast
and lest I appear the fool
take it up
as thine own
and pull forth
the whole of me
unto thee, unto thee
I come willingly,
wantingly,
even wishingly.

Oh, Lady,
Lady,
my heart is cast
in the presence of thy
sky-like eyes
and if it should please
I beg thee to sieze
for it is so much emptiness
when thy presence
it must suffer without
in yearning
for thine affections.

Oh, Lady,
Lady,
apart from thee
I know little ease
since mine eyes
chanced upon thine
and grace, behold,
I am now but a poor servant
seeking only thy favor
as thine image consumes me
daily and nightly.
Thou leavest me with
emptiness
and to the brink
am I filled
by thee, by thee.

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