MARTHA'S  POEM.



In Grand Mother's Garden,
We Danced 'n' Danced,
Watching you,
Oh hospitable one,
With out  stretched Arms,
Of Love,
You nibbled Fingered seamstress,
With  cushions of needles and pins -a-
Is this my Wife of Noble Character,
A Portrait to build,
With fine linen ,and colour,
In a Double Wedding Ring,
To Live,
And to embrace,
Entwined as one,
within in Orgasmic sheets,
                            Of Satin, 

From there She awakes,
And brings forth,
Food, For the Table,
To Commune  with her Lord.