The Contract

I see with eyes

Not of my conception.

I steal sighs and weave why’s

Wrought from some disaffection with your

Wherefore’s and therefore’s, and buts

Ifs, ands, hands and thighs.

 

Am I to lie, dissatisfied

In tides of life’s distractions

With your ‘what’s more’s’, cricket scores

And less of interaction with your

Lipsticks and silk slips, and knees

Tongue, tights, slights and flaws?

 

This contract slips

Contrasting inclination

With my part clause, refer yours

Regarding dissipation of my

Needs, pleas, misdeeds, and tears

Ties, lies, sub-para four.

 

And in the end?

Our last is our disaster

For the dream cries, and love lies

In the bleeding alabaster of our

Silken skins and our lie-ins, where the pain

Pours, the same soars and sighs.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I like the word choices of the limerick lists and the flow as it dances off the mind's tongue.

[Marie]

Without its t's dotted and all its i's crossed/a contract's true meaning must be ever lost.