You must be insane.
What more can I say.
To stay silent in the face
of such ravishing looks,
golden locks groomed to perfection
for you, you tongue-tied fool.
***
ORANGES
I slipped, as Freud predicted,
straight into your bed,
stepped barefoot from
my forest of fears,
cold and clear
like beads of orange
and you silently wrapped me
into yourself completely. LS