Yalonde

Before you came for me, I would carry the light, of love to the sea, would you give or care, for what I thought was right, sailing ships of might and turn, famed brightly for their speed, their whispered sails at night, commerce in their creed, why provide for all to learn, silk cushions swathe my thighs, reflecting what you earn, sun sparkles in gardens at Thebes, a power beyond my sight, days you wept and screamed, such dreams I couldn’t bear, demands for a little child, a baby son and heir, all the fury in your smile.