Sunday 18 November 2012

Bandersnatch


Beware the usurer my girl,
who lends to see your lips unfurl
and softly, slowly, validate
the body as his interest rate.
Avoid the flatterer my lass:
grinning, cocksure, bold as brass;
but brass won’t pay the surgeon’s bill,
and gold will buy a bitter pill.
Then love the laughing boy my child,
go dancing with him through the wild,
where ecstasy and perfumed sweat
will grant a gift, not claim a debt.
For kisses laid upon the womb
are sweeter than a lonely tomb.

Russell J Turner – October 2012

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