I Know I’m Not Wrong

 

I Know I’m Not Wrong

 

Psyche wished wild,

mid hollow throng,

imagination,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

Cupid’s taught bowed

arrows young

actuating,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

Eyes shone stories,

sometime lifelong,

contemplating,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

Neck pure snow-white,

lustrous young,

advocating,

I know I’m not wrong

 

Chest hard heaving,

spinning song,

captivating,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

Arms soft supple,

hands silk strong,

anticipating,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

Thighs deep downy

pillow thonged,

detonating,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

All this thrown over,

All this is gone,

decomposing,

I know I’m not wrong.

 

Don’t cut me.

I won’t bleed.

Don’t plant me,

I won’t believe.

 

Not that funny, is it?