I love to study my jewelry collector! <br />Stick pins, beads, combs, earrings, bracelets, three brooches, <br />ankle bangles, and an amber necklace <br />that doubles to the waist. Who was the bloke <br /> <br />who must have hated looking at your fingers, <br />long gems his rings case in a silver matrix? <br />It’s quite a hoard. I might envy the bringers <br />of many wooing gifts were not the basics <br /> <br />of pleasure furious my specialty. <br />You might say I waited til you lay buried, <br />calculating when superfluity <br />would bore you. I was summer and unhurried. <br /> <br />Now look at you, just blazing like the autumn <br />before your lover, who likes what you have brought him.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-298-my-jewelry-collector/
