For V.M.
Virginie lives down by the tennis courts
With her paramour. She’s formidable,
Haloed with wild blonde hair, and will cavort,
From time to time, paddle in hand, nubile,
On those very courts. Sometimes, bleary-eyed,
Fresh from her bed, without much underwear,
She fetches coffee for her man. Eyes wide,
We watch subtle undulations, aware,
Hearts shivered by mild jiggle, warm riches
We will never share. Sweet ambassador
From Femininity! We sit bewitched
By her insouciant display—hearts soar!
Yet, doubtless, to assuage our grief, she smiles
And greets us with a warm embrace. No dearth
Of kisses; marmalade lips, beguiling,
Rescue us—fill our feckless lives with mirth—
Make us the most important men on earth!
(3/9/09)