In the tower, let the postman ring twice!

Seek me not, for my heart
is weathered and my love
is weary.
I have no more vests
to lay over muddy waters,
chivalry now my last forte.
Send me no messengers of
fair maidens bearing bare breasts
that wobble with delight
on the pretext that
feminism will be born on
the religious burning of bras
at the sexual alter
called the joys of sex
while wearing see through dresses.
It’s all so abstract!
The art of it all!
Seek me not,
for I have not
the energy to pursue
such gifts.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I, too don't want what is in this definitely clever poem. I so enjoyed it.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much Ken for your review.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too Andrew.
"Seek me not,
for I have not
the energy to pursue
such gifts."
Love can be too much work, the woman fiddle and my patience less. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed John, hard work. I chuckle at your understanding. Thank you for the smile.

[Coyote Poetry]

We must laugh Andrew, better than crying.