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My Mistress’ [one word]
She would shriek with fair delight
Ever knowing of my fright
At its rise!
When she kisses me hello,
I praise it, status quo,
To the skies!
It’s as straight as up and down
And smooth (and not so round)
Without bends:
As neat as Cupid’s arrow
Or flight of wingéd sparrow
Where it ends.
No faëry light ere gleamed,
Nor moonbeam ever beamed,
In a set—
Upon a fetching face,
Just to tweak that little place!
There’s more yet!
A piglet would adore,
And would ask for nothing more,
Than to wear
A ring upon a site,
As delicate and bright,
This I swear.
The Sword of Damocles
Would wither in a breeze
Alongside,
A point so finely hewn
An elephant would swoon,
Or even hide!
For my mistress is a charm
And her graces would disarm
Even you;
Yet she gives herself away,
She reveals to me her play
Peekaboo!
But should she ever sneeze,
“A hanky, if you please,”
What a feat!
For though fairer than a rose,
When my Mistress Sarah blows—
I retreat!
I was born in Roanoke, VA, and grew up in Chesterfield County near Richmond. True stories, which depict my life vividly and uncompromisingly, are my passion: notably the memoirs Childhood and MossBackDragon. I am currently completing my third memoir, The Royal Road to Thebes.