ALL I ASK

all i ask is that
you will clasp to
your brooch my doveling
kisses, and my hands
you will not nibble,
when together we shall
be in all those entertainment
centres: And i will not mind
it when the coon tinges of
dust milk your fancy; and
my irritation i will not
show when the garish celluloid
tumblings your amusement antic
glands wholly wetten; All i
ask is that you will be with
me, so that when my love –
lunging-tree-maddening-sweeps
fill the air with thunder,
you will not try to understand
me; and i in turn will try
to tolerate your mob-into-thrusting-tunings;
your appetite for weetbix movietone
scum; All i ask is that you my
sorrowing doves with nectar glimpses
will love me, all i ask.