Good Morrow Milord

If I were one of the ornaments upon your cloak,
how I would cherish my moments there -
to ride freely upon that precious shoulder
as life rushes towards thee in ribbons of beauteous color!

If I were one of the tassels upon your boot,
how I would greet the cold exhilaration of a bitter wind -
to be as in flight through an enchanted woodland
delighting in the fervor of this fast and glorious beast!

If I were a bit of snuff expectant within your silver box,
how I would anticipate thy certain will to expend -
so that I might flush thy cheeks as the hue of primroses
as your blood quickens and conveys me on my journey!

If only I could exist amongst thy things, traverse as they do,
how I would weep with joy to have your singular scent
as familiar to my senses as that of mine own.
This is how handsome and radiant thou art to me!

Written May 1997 ???