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About MISTRESSPSYLEE
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ITS THE MUTHA FUCKIN MISTRESS THAT MAKES YA WANNA LEAVE THE WORLD SWINGIN FOR THE LAST BREATH OF HER KISS
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you, that now 'tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with that wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow;
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Received by men; thou angel bring'st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally, as to a midwife, show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
Here is no penance, much less innocence.
To teach thee, I am naked first, why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
I Can’t Remember
Have I loved you forever or just these past few days?
It seems a bit confusing you see
Because it’s so fresh and so new,
But it I seem to remember you
Back in those tender adolescent times
And not just in these too wise middle aged years.
But then you were always too wise,
You and your startlingly dreamy, too sexy eyes.
You terrified me then, I remember now,
It was all I could to just smile.
You’re a little scary now, still
But that just serves to fascinate me more,
If such is at all possible.
Have we been together or apart all these years in between?
Pardon me if it slips my mind.
We fit together so well it feels like we could have been partners always,
But it comes back to me now,
The years I wasted away from you.
Time that should have been spent with you naked beside me,
And beneath me and above me and dieing for more
Yet having all we could ever want.
Yes, I seem to recall aching for you in pubescent agony
And adolescent angst.
Mesmerizingly close but excruciatingly far,
You teased me unmercifully without even knowing it.
And now I hear that you felt quite the same.
An impenetrable barrier of mere inches
Seems to have grown into thirty-odd years.
I don’t seem to be able to recall
Just how this could possibly have happened.
Such inexhaustible passion
Passing lethally close and then what?
Ahh, it comes back to me now,
We were merely fools,
Playing a mysterious game.
We didn’t know the rules and by the time we learned…
Well it doesn’t matter now,
I remember I loved you,
Then as now
Truly, madly, deeply,
Passionately.
Foolish
Comes the night.
And you slip from the side of my mind
Where you whisper in my ear
All day
To the front,
Where I can hear nothing but you,
See nothing but you,
Think,
Of nothing but you.
And, I will admit,
Worry a bit.
Where are you?
Are you happy?
Are you thinking of me?
Are you too busy
For your lost little boy across the miles?
I have no reason to doubt you,
You are the most dependable of lovers,
But still I have my moments.
You are always there
In some way
Reaching out
Considering me,
Yet I still fear losing you in some way.
Something I said was not quite right,
Something I wrote was all wrong,
I must have sent you away somehow.
I am not the perfect lover.
But then you are there,
And my voice smiles or my fingers dance.
She loves me after all,
How amazing is this woman.
How constant, how true.
And me a half crazed, ex carpenter
She somehow holds dear.
How blessed am I, how lucky.
And how foolish.
You have said you will love me forever,
I believe you, Dear.
I am just a foolish man.
Can you forgive me?
Dreaming
I am not lucky enough to remember my nighttime dreams,
They flee my mind as soon as I wake.
But I am quite expert at daydreams,
and my daydreams are of you.
Yes I dream of you,
of holding your hand
and walking intimately down a western street.
pausing for a tender kiss
whenever love overwhelms us.
I dream of your kisses then,
your lips, your tongue, your whole body
in them.
I dream of holding you in bed,
my arms and legs wrapped 'round you,
cupping your breast in my hand,
my lips on your head and
breathing you in.
I dream of drinking in your green brown eyes,
as much as you'll let me.
And sitting next to you in a restaurant,
sharing food and love and looks and kisses.
I dream of being with you.
I know not what I dream of at night,
but if it is anything like my daydreaming,
then I am a lucky man indeed.
Not A Day Goes By...
Got a picture of you I carry in my heart
Close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark
Got a memory of you I carry in my soul
I wrap it close around me when the nights get cold
If you asked me how I'm doin', I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you’re still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside,
Baby, not a day goes by…
I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark
Wishin' you were next to me, with your head against my heart
If you asked me how I'm doing I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you’re still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside.
Baby, not a day goes by…
Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days
Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way
There may have been a million years in between
But Baby you’re still the best I’ve ever seen
If you asked me how I’m doing I’d say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you’re still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside,
Baby, not a day goes by…
That I don't think of you.
That I don’t regret all the time we lost.
And I try not to think of what it cost
For us to be so long apart
It must have hardened your heart
‘Cause you’re not with me now
And I always thought we’d be together somehow
Ordinary things
I am finding I long to do ordinary things
with you.
Take a walk in a park.
Hold hands.
Go out to lunch.
Rub your leg.
Sit in someone's living room and talk.
I think we have been extraordinary for too long.
Extraordinary remembrances,
Extraordinary sharing.
Extraordinary passion,
Extraordinary pain.
It all seems too much,
I am worn away, exhausted.
Perhaps we just need to do some things together
that only require love,
and not a lot effort,
or risk.
Easy, comfortable things,
things where we can pretend its always like this.
Perhaps we need to build up
a reservoir of everyday memories,
something to fall back on when we are apart.
Because we are apart too much.
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