Walter


Scare not to behold my face as potty
my stare’s not ghastlier than yours
as our eyes rove on their course
let’s rather think of nothing

When hither-tither twixt our noses
looks go, let’s no attention pay
to how the mind in drowsy opium lay
Let’s rather mingle as Love chose us
to be one languid liquid so to say
some magic has forgotten

seeping into some shadow’s focus
where never touches Reason’s ray
let us do that more eager and more often