I have tried to use tasteful language
Ensnaired by you By M.A.Meddings
The first part of this trilogy was posted yesterday.'Entitled'The charms of a woman'
Katherine is such a lovely name
It rolls from the tongue with ease
Especially when
An inflection is put between the syllables
Kath-er-rine! Katherine!
It's her name
I repeat it in my sleep
I saw her in the park today
Quite by chance, walking alone
Amongst the pretty flowers
With none as fair as she
A flowered dress she wore
The one you like her in
With the primroses on
I had stripped my shirt
Much too hot for working on borders
I felt ashamed
Unclean, unwashed, unshaven
An oaf
So much so
That I tried to hide
Yet she saw me
But god knows how
And called me by name
'Michael' is that you?
I didn't realise
That you were a gardener
How very interesting'
'They prefer to call us ground workers here
But I am a gardener'
I reply with pride
Then grab at my shirt
To cover myself
Not good to be
Half naked in front of her
Yet she doesn't seem to mind
As we talk
Her smile so bright her voice so soft
'We have very fine gardens at Romano
You must come down and see
Just ask Sam to bring you along
Why not come Sunday for tea?
Then she must go and touches my arm
And for the very first time
I feel the Blood rush
Then as she turns her head, I notice how
The long sinews of her neck flex and stretch alluringly
Then take the practiced eye towards her collar bones
Such enchanting affairs
But now she has gone
And there's always Joe
Good old working partner Joe
Joe the 'admonisher'
'Suppose I accept she will come again, tomorrow
And I have seen in this life about everything
But you my boy, seen her wedding ring?
I can see by the way she looks at you
And you at her
Not the look to reserve for a friend
It is the look my boy of burgeoning passion
A dark haired snare, best take care
Still, I trust you can deal with the pain
She will surely be here again
The next day I couldn't wait
To tend the borders near to the gate
Of the sun court such a pretty place
Then at the turn of noon
I cease for lunch and wait by the lake near by
Waiting for her to come is torture
A cleaned, correctly dressed torment
My heart is low
The sense of rejection
Overwhelming me and I turn to go
But then, just then
I hear the clattering sound
Of lightly running footsteps
And the sun shines
For she is here
'I am so sorry my dear
But my hair
Took longer than it should'!
I hardly hear, for I am in heaven
And compliment her, how pretty she looks
Then I proffer a rose cut just that day
A deep red rose what's more to say
'Do you know what it means?
Do you know what they say?
If a man gives a lady a rose'
I know perfectly well what it means
Then I blush and stammer a curt reply
I gave you the rose,
A gift I suppose for being my friend
But in my mind,
I long to say
I gave you this because
Katherine!!
I absolutely worship you
You fill my days
With the most beautiful of yearnings
Then, with the boldness of seeing her smile
I ask the inane question
'Will you please have dinner with me'?
And in the depths of my mind
Hoping she won't refuse
I Admit to myself. Well actually
I was hoping you'd stay the night with me
She did not refuse
She made life worthwhile
At the corners of her mouth a winning smile
As she spoke in a light tinkling voice
'I would love to dine
And perhaps tonight
For I'm all alone, with my thoughts
Samantha has gone with a friend
And dear James is away overnight
I will allow you fine sir be you so inclined
To wine me and dine me and take me dancing'.
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-07-31 at 08:22
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