Two Poems

My Lonesome Lover

I made my wife of corpses' skin
And found true love deep within
She says just what I want to hear
When, breathlessly, she calls me near.

My love to her I represented
With wine of vintage less fermented
And flowers that would make her blush
If the ones she offers weren't so lush.

The road we travel, we travel often.
Me on my feet, her in her coffin.
Though the miles we cover aren't many,
She stays with me, my lucky penny.

And when my time on Earth has passed
And finally, I breathe my last.
I have no fear of what's in store.
Making love in her bed as mine before.

Come live with me and be my love,
Here on Earth and below, above.


Union

There are two kinds of people I have known
One suffers misery, stoic alone.
And drinks at night a wine of soured fruit
And greets each dawn in turn, a howling brute.

The other kind fills our prosp'rous nation
With grinning kids, clubs and conversation.
And there, inside a bustling hectic house,
Afflict their misery on a spouse.

And you, who love true, despite the danger-
Happy Valentine's Day, matchless stranger!

Cupidity n. Prevenge.
Wedding Cake, n. A rich tort.

Happy Ogre Day Eve to all