Elise

I  see  thy  collar  -  stiff  with  virtue.
thou  art  no  vestal,  don't  thou  feign;
thy  wealth  of  hair  escapes  the  kerchief,
thy  coral  lips  are  not  to  pray.

with  thee  gold  rings  I  wouldn't  share
and  wouldn't  seek  thee  in  the  mist;
but  our  paths  somehow  dare
to  meet  in  their  every  twist.

I  seldom  touch  thee,  staying  loyal
to  guillotine  of  thy  thin  hand;
but  waking  up  to  thee  is  royal,
and  this  I  cannot  comprehend.

put  on  a  smile.  
I  sketch  thee  roughly
among  the  Pleiades  filled  with  smoke.
let  the  recorder  rant  its  puffy
old  poetries  thee  love  to  mock.

the  trunks  are  packed  -  it  stands  to  reason;
but  here's  a  flash  that's  still  unspent:

I  play  the  timeless  "Für  Elise"
on  fragile  fingers  of  thy  hand.

адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=891617
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 13.10.2020
автор: Долька Полину