a poem for love

I swallowed the sunrise and made it my own,
Lassoed it well and bundled it up
With blue paper and a matching satin ribbon
For to give it to you, with love.

I wandered once along the shore
And kicked at seashell men,
Just fine; but they were all the same,
And in the end, were lacking.
But now, o love, my greatest wish
Is simply to hear the flutt'rings of the ocean
In the graceful ebb and flow
Of the beatings of your heart.

Love, o love, we are victorious!
We have deciphered the unbreakable hieroglyphic
And taught butterflies to dance a samba.
We have conquered the cosmos,
And are now its happy king and queen.
Shall we dance on the moon?
Shall we waltz on Io? Poor thing, but
Gadflies ne'er would sting our feet,
Because we are their masters now.
I will make you pancakes on Neptune,
And we will loafe all day on Jupiter.
Perhaps we will play cards on Mercury,
And fall asleep on Venus.

I put the sunrise in your eyes,
And now I only see its light,
Only in their earth.