12.05.2003 :::
Josée’s Hand
I just wanted to be in your poem,
Wherever that guides me to.
In your bed, or in your home,
Whatever the poem says to do.
And I’d be some famous sailor,
Or a mythic figure of ancient Rome.
I’d be the hunchback’s ugly jailor,
All just to be in your hand’s poem.
I would be your Mary Magdalene,
Following you from land to land.
Trailing ink flowing from your pen,
To be a word by lovely Josée’s hand.
Most of all I want to have her heart,
For she has mine without expire.
To be in her mind, would be a start,
Great to be her sleek hand’s desire.
::: posted by Matthew at 11:36 AM
