Ode to Moulde
July 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
My dear Miss Moulde, you thrive
unrepentant in my home and lungs
and heart. I cannot resist –
your pull is strong and constant.
Would I could, I might ask
you just to rest a bit, so I might
recover from your greenish baited
breath. You must admit, Miss Moulde,
that I am weak and cannot resist
your charms. So I implore you,
dear Miss Moulde, be gentle.