Ah my dear, my eternal bride, <br />If love is timeless, why do you hide <br />And who’s that sleeping next to you, <br />Time’s gone awry and has lost a screw; <br />It seems your love was too soon reborn, <br />And I, a late boomer born, <br />You rejected me with teenage scorn; <br />I marked your “growth”, my soul forlorn; <br />And then we really got off the track; <br />You were reborn in war-torn Iraq; <br />They insisted that you wear a veil, <br />I tried a peak and was sent to jail. <br />Now I languish in Pandahar <br />In a town not very far <br />From where you reside as a babe, <br />God needs to fix His astrolabe. <br />The worst rebirth, I live to tell, <br />I found you in an old motel, <br />Making love in an adjoining room <br />You a bride and he the groom; <br />I sat down with my jug of corn <br />And swilled it ‘till I felt reborn <br />I broke down your motel door, <br />And found you laying on the floor; <br />You spoke to me in a Southern twang, <br />Thought me the waiter, up you sprang <br />And grabbed my jug of new moonshine, <br />And kicked and scratched ‘till I was blind; <br />And so my love Time is out of whack, <br />We no longer ride a parallel track; <br />Your hair is frizzy you sweat a lot, <br />Your gait is long, you often trot, <br />Hair grows wild beneath your arms, <br />That’s how they like it down on the farm; <br />What’s happened to my English Maid <br />Who bathed a lot and often shaved.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-poetess-i-loved-before/
