At work everyday,
almost, the
Tie you bought
I wear
Though there is
No reason to
Believe but it is hope
Which Has no equivalent.
That you will like
me more.
A clip for the
Tie, I’d ask for
Just ask, nothing
Is less useful
Than to beg but
It must be
Unquestioned of
Weight and
Solid gold.
So pure no one
Would try and
Scratch their
Way between us.
Or a pearl shirt
I wanted,
For you to
Give
made from
finest cloth
And though from
The loom it
Was unmarked.
I wash anyway
The bleach
Undoes the past
And there
my care
is sure that
You may like me
each fresh warm
tropical morning
Worn for you
From that day forward

RLB 02 06 2024