I will build you a filigree tower,
Enclosing itself like a shell.
Wrought from the ice of a crystal
And ringing as clear as a bell.
I will fill it with spun-silver cobwebs,
Hung about with the frost of a pearl:
To each spire I will fasten a banner
For each breeze to softly unfurl.
All this I will plant in a garden,
Every vista disclosing a bower:
Verdant with willow and cypress,
And every sweet herb and flower.
Then, smiling gently in envy,
The whole of this land I'll enclose
With soaring and dense palisades
Of sharply-thorned ruby red rose.
And lastly, ecstatic in vengeance,
Your imprisonment there I will cause;
Immuring you in my paradise,
As you have enthralled me in yours.
Well; and I have been waiting
A good many years to meet you, my dear.
And you so lithe of limb, so tall.
So beautiful! Your eyes are flashing mirrors
Cut from iridescent glass!
Your hair curls just so here
To take my little finger; Your lips
Curve thus to implant kisses upon mine.
Here in your lap I was destined to sit,
And my breast grew as a pillow
For your head; And as we look
Into our mutually mirrored eyes
Black pools swim open, deep enough
To lose all sense within.
Hush; don't spoil it with a word
Or even name; all that will follow on.
Just take my hand and walk
Up, upwards, parting these cloudy skies,
Like twinned, yin-yang comets
Departing from this earth.
Flirting with Eternity,
Tangled up in Mobius strips,
Made me begin to consider
Reaching for your hips.
Flirting with Eternity,
And early Christian heresies,
Made my moral enlightenment
Develop fantasies.
Flirting with Eternity,
And the Nietzchian nemesis,
Helped me to conceptualize
The texture of your kiss.
Flirting with Eternity,
And the Folk influence of Brahms,
Helped me transubstantiate
Across the room into your arms.
Flirting with Eternity,
And the Universe inside your head,
Reminds me -- the one place I don't philosophize
Is Bed.
We, the Literati,
The homeless, the new ones,
New women and new men,
We envy and despise
Those simple minds
Which we deserted.
We psych each other out
And thus define
The sharp extremities
Of all our latent
Contradictions;
And then we fret
And rack ourselves
Through sleepless nights
Reclined on swords
Wondering how
To reconcile
Our natures
With our achieved
Moralities.
If everything I said
And everything I did
So far
Puzzled, intrigued,
Or mystified you
Then I don't
Particularly
Care.
What I do care about
Is the chance
To discuss it all
Afterwards
With you.