Mound of flesh that doth bounce with glee when it runneth free
Orb most wondrous, bound in satin like a wriggling sachet
Heart on the outside of the body
Lo! I do dream of thee, I need thee,
I see thee in the night
Lo! I yearn for nothing else
Save for the other thee
Proud, like a fjord
Yielding like a meadow
Of the earth, there is only one
Of thee, many more than two
This made me laugh! Clever little construction, Tom, a concise account of the simple relationship between man and mountainous cleveage, a mock love poem, a serious love poem!!
It makes me laugh just reading it, I penned it off the cuff, in a funny mood. I have of course written some love poetry, including a pair I gave to J entitled ‘this is not a love poem’ and ‘this is a love poem’