Song of the Semi-Detached Lover
Now you see me, now you don’t,
Maybe when the weather’s seemly
when I want a little breather.
Lucky you. I’m feeling seemly –
What is love if not hereafter?
Who will want you if I don’t?
“Happy happy ever after”?
Can’t you even see the point?
Sure, I’ll see you, feel you dimly:
A steamy breather’s all I want.
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Mary Cresswell
would be pleased to hear them.