If thou dost love me

If thou dost colour me with true affections of the
heart,
do not like prurient louts confess all heaven
naked,
nor tear all words to pieces, unpeeling all the
pearls
of jewels or whatelse thieves have
taken:

Confess it a verity with profound gravity,
make me mark
the nuances of your art, do not
juggle
words about as a sly fellow may
for what words profess, I can
only guess will rust
for rain is a kin
of
dust:

if thou doth seek the entrance to my most
perfect part,
do not start by revving up the
engine,
especially do not fart
when beauteous day
makes the sun
wheel about with glorious wings,
do not
sing,
no such rings will delight my malicious
intellect,
but try to be as
elect
as
politicians:

if thou dost love me, thou would
not
make fun of me, make unto me as though
you were
peer to my secret fear,
every dear to deer sometimes
weds,
as suns are wed to kisses
of morn-dewed
drops:

do not hear my things
nor imagine
yourself to be wed to these,
no longer sleep in the
security
of your boast,
for I shall roast

what you cannot eat for prandial
pleasures:

you may know much of me,
my
womanly prowess you may seek to steel,
to stellar strokes of
fortune,
you may even steal
glances
as
rubies might reek
of clever women's breathes;
do not
seek to humiliate me
for the sake of your vanity,
for
the mere drift of humanity
seek to unmask
me:

for thou art only a man, made of
things
which may tickle the fancy
of mere idiots, but the callings of
the mind,
the regions from whose bourne you
may not
know how to leave:

be fair, do not glance twice
with evil
intent
needle
wheedle, but touch
dear
heart,
the only mettle
need
only
breath
pleroma's
wine.