I slept with a Virgin Beggar-Maid Re-post..... [How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!]- John Gay, The Beggars Opera Its a Starry night and I was bit drunk. I saw the run away Rabbit from the Moon And its drowning in the milky way. The poor queen; her ramshackle castle on the pavement, She quietly sleeps and I count her ribs. The broken-plastered Crown shines in the darkness. Her flimsy nightdress transparent and its very comfortable, I rest on the soft pillow of her warm bosom. Her skinny breast full of compassion and the prominent dark nipples Like sharp blades tickle my haunted soul. I touched her soft spoken heart with my wounded index finger But she was fast asleep after her strenuous beggary. I heard the ruling Kings gossips who was disguised as a lunatic And trespassed in our premises. I woke up to a siren of a city Ambulance and realized its a dream. My beloved wife groans aside of me and I tried to imagine her smiley face, But in reality, I would never get an opportunity to see her saintly face again. for James Williamson with gratitude! thequietamerican.org nimal dunu
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 01:27:40 +0000
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