Ode to My Lover's Boots
While you pursue your own pursuits
And I have breakfast with your boots,
I contemplate our weekend tryst
And wonder if perhaps I missed
The chance to thank you and to say
How much it means to me that they
(The boots that is) could spend the day.
As full of soul as bound by hide,
You left them with their tongues untied,
And all day long and through the night
They cheered me up as well they might
With council both concise and wise
That, absent thee, I need not prize
To trouble heaven with bootless cries.
And so I've kept them by the door,
Their laces trailing on the floor,
In confident belief that you
Will soon surfiet what you persue
And once again return with glee
(When calandars and clocks agree)
To shoehorn in both them and me.
© 1998, Louis G. Ceci