Honey I'd split your kindling clean & bright & fine if you was mine baby baby I'd taken to you like my silky hen my bluetick bitch my sooey sow my chipmunk my finchbird & my woodmouse if you was living at my house I'd mulch your strawberries & cultivate your potato patch all summer long & then in winter come thirty below & the steel-busting weather I'd tune your distributor & adjust your carburetor if me & you was together be it sunshine be it gloom summer or the mean mud season honey I'd kiss you every morningtime & evenings I'd hurry to get shut of the barn chores early & then in the dark of the night I'd stand at the top of the stairs & hold the light for you for you if you'd sleep in my room & when old crazy come down the mountain after you with his big white pecker in his hand you would only holler & from the sugarhouse the mow the stable or wherever I'm at I'd come god I'd come running to you like a turpentined cat only in our bed honey no hurting but like as if it was git-music or new-baked bread I'd fuck so easy sweet-talking & full of love if you was just my daisy and my dove Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS by JOHN DRYDEN DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A RENOUNCING OF LOVE by THOMAS WYATT SATIRE: 4 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |