An Edwardian Friendship

Sit with me in a garden
drinking tea
and let me read to you
short stories
in the shade
poems perhaps
we both love
the rich brocade
of descriptions finely wrought
oriental ideas
perfumed by English rose
and if you admire
the curve of my jaw
and I your fine strong hands
well what
would it matter but
a moment of desire
passing just
on a warm afternoon