The Crush
by Reuben S. Andrews
Welcomed a chance to date a fairy
with wavy locks and graceful poise,
biscuity brown and exotically buxom
with smiling brows and almond eyes
sumptuous lips and infectious hips;
beauty in excess from head to toes.
Asked me to carry out my divine wish
to lullaby in bed or a dip in the Helicon,
whether to flush the blood in the body
or the mystical ecstasy of the holy mind
that could benumb the pains of reality.
Give a little time for wakeful thinking
as seducing nymphs could lift the spirit,
tramples too, like a bull from the blue,
and often for sure the latter gets true.
Oh, a cruel experience the maiden said
for shunning passion of heavenly fidelity;
if it weren't for me you wouldn't venture
crafting lines while singing with the stars
playing to the tunes of the whistle inside.