You would never give me a gold "B" key chain? (said
with a brag in some peculiar way) What wouldst thou give,
fair lady? An old pocketwatch full of dead time and dusty
kisses? A charm bracelet with a silver amnesiac elephant, a
shiny brass chanteuse a la Edith Piaf, and a mahogany guitar
strung with hair from your head, all hung from my wrist and
jangling with clinks and with clanks and with clangs? A
baseball card (you're getting warm!)
But, I invent these gifts for thine hand to thrust in
mine, tis I who grow warm as I try to offer myself a token,
a form to shadows which I desire even as they are, shifting
and vapor, so why force an order why wrap a storm around
your finger (so's not to forget dear sir) why give myself a
gift that's given, has been given, what wouldst thou give,
fair lady, once again thee I implore, just what wouldst thou
give that could back that smug brag up with a bow that's fit
to be tied?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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