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The Return (Of Miss Crumple)Feb 16 '04 (Updated Nov 13 '05) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Miss Crumple returned for an encore with bionicbanana, and the outcome was very much as desired. Ecstasy was on both our minds, and we touched deeply, well beyond the physical. As counter-point to my previous Ode I wrote mis-crumple, as a verb It said: To mis-crumple is to mis-calculate. Mis-crumple is to crumple, what Adventure is to mis-adventure There is a time and a place For everything And a timely crumple is (always) serene However, to mis-crumple To the extent That One prematurely loses pleasure Is to mis-crumple most manifestly! Then, Miss Crumple returned The day after Valentine’s For an evening of sensual delights: We had (four courses) of superb food with lots of champagne and laughter. We read poetry aloud (for hours), And, we listened to the new Norah Jones! As well, we made love endlessly (because, you stayed - this time) with me, in my big brass bed, after an evening without compare! Love-making truly is the one perfect act of co-operation. You said I'd touched you like never before - and I'm certain we united on some elemental level. I expect you know this too! (As I’d wanted, you were so responsive: And responsiveness, plus desire, truly are the ultimate aphrodisiacs!) We spoke of the Ode (that night) and you said you were surprised by it’s arrival, and especially, you were shocked, by its content: for you, it was romance by stealth! But, you also said: this can’t be wrong, since we fit together so well! And, I asked (in the morning) if you’d counted The number of times Ecstasy had gripped you? You replied there were too many to count - and I was like the energizer bunny, who just keeps going and going And, this time, there was no shyness, nor ambivalence at all: It was sublime throughout, including, my finding your tiny avian tattoo, in that private place! You have a dancer's body, which articulates exquisitely, against my weight, as we become one. As a result - I no longer ache for your touch........because: We have touched - well beyond the merely physical. (did the earth really move?) And yet, Miss Crumple, I feel Somewhat disquieted (despite my residual elation) As you’ve told me there is Another man – with whom You relate You are free (as I am) And so, I DO NOT CRITICIZE YOU for this choice (nor do I challenge it) But, it does affect me! Therefore, I must ask, Miss Crumple: Will you give me a chance Of winning your heart? Or, is that magical night ever to be repeated? (surely, you know, just as I do, that it must) It must, it must........! Because, the pleasure of Your company is still TOO much on my mind (maybe I still do ache!) To be now content With this uncertainty I am not now asking for your Love -- nor for your hand. Instead, I seek only this: Miss Crumple, will you Open your heart to me And simply, let it be? If your answer be no, Please be swift And tell me straight What I might do, To improve my chances Of becoming your beau? For, Miss Crumple I’d do what I could, even to complete (with persistence) For your affection And respect If not, instead, to have my adoration (of you) returned!  |
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