Some theses of love

Amber shines the hair divine
Stoney eyes I dare to stare
At lips to make a man mistake
To try to kiss and here I err.
Some theses of love.
Her bosom a two-some bounty
Twin bridges of Kent county
Navel to save for kisses like kittens
Given milk soft as homespun silk.
Some theses of love.
Central to mental attitude
The warmth that body exudes
Intrudes my peaceful loneliness
With dreams beneath the dress.
This is my confession, my sole protrusion.
Love is my conclusion.

In Spring-time

In Spring-time
the raven wrens,
and wrens rave,
sing odes to winter gone by.
Written in brambles,
preamble ambles,
elongated prose poses
as poetry in the posies.
In bloom, marigolds,
merry and golden,
guilt us into a walk,
tousled hair harumphs
at the passing breeze.
Pacing the trail
over puddles of snowmelt,
facing the trial
of muddy rainpelt,
outside, we triumph.