To Her Timeless Love

http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm
Link to To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

This is a response poem I wrote to Andrew Marvell's To His Coy Mistress.


There shall be World enough, time as well
coyness has its purpose, enjoy and dwell
The way is clear for us to see
Our timeless strolls fill my heart with need.
Your eyes gleam deviously by the light
reflect like rubies off the spark of night
Humber's soft serenity, sings sweetly sick...
Your quickened breath and ambitious stick
of time not yours or time ill held
in a garden full of rotting, false, we meld?
Though I am worthy of all you say
should I not be just as worthy another day?
Ceaseless years my heart should be
overflowing in prosperity.
Though I am sure to enjoy such time
as two hundred years sounds mighty fine...
An age for every part, say you
what of an age and more, maybe two?
Devote such reverence toward my soul.
Devour, breath, touch, caress every hole.

At my back, I do not find
time's encompassing to me, kind.
You speak of deserts, vast
such parched land is not where I'll last.
Beauty deceives the eye perhaps
for something so precious will not lapse.
I see such dire marbled walls
protecting life, on the World, of dolls
such purity cannot be tainted
dust cannot invade, for those waited.
I doubt your lust burns to ash
such private places thwarted your catch.
You burn, lick and crust the fallen
but none, I think, will be lovin.

Now lets escape of transgressions past
Your tenacity is humorous but crass.
A new moon may bring a laugh
shining a new light upon the path.
Let us chirp merrily in mornings come
we'll soak, sing, flutter in the sun.
Pleasures will burst free for us
packed in nests, full of trust.
As the wheel of time spins slowly
for us, let us love each other wholly,
not in parts. Let our sun sleep.
We have time, Forever, to explore the deep.