Be My Love

A Song. London, 8 May 2014.

Come lie with me and be my love

Your languid form uncover

As starlight fills the sky above,

My troth I vow forever.

Come marry me and fill my cup

Shake off that pretty blouse

This draught of you I’ll not give up

While woman to man’s espoused.

Come lie with me and, naked, be
My Baigneuse Valpincon true
Ingres walked in realms of beauty
Or is this just a dream of you?

Come lie with me and speaking, seem,
Each phrase, each word, to express
Each syllable and phoneme
A physical caress.

Come lie with me till we grow old

Let's make our children flush

With happiness and tales well told

In groves and gardens lush.

Come lie with me and be my love

Else hide each tender part

Of you round whom my world revolve

To inspire my apprentice art.