Lolita

How curious to find in you, Lolita,

The geisha

Who sits and strums in the immortal

Attitude of submission.

There is a ledger in place of her soul!

Your shoulders sang

For admiration,

Your hair wept for kisses,

Your voice curved softly, a caress —

You came among us as a suppliant,

What had we you desired?

Bringing to market stolen goods,

Holding to view used charms,

Behold a hawker's spirit!

Eagles perch proudly

In isolation,

They swoop to seize a living prey —

Crows hover to feed,

Waiting with patience till the soul is fled

Leaving a helpless body — carrion —

( Vile thoughts obsess me! )

What did you want, Lolita?

Spectrum of Mrs. Q.

Fear not, beautiful lady,

That I shall ravish you!

Your arms are languorous lilies —

There is not a thorn

In all your slender greenness,

And you are sweet to madden buzzing bees!

Fear not, beautiful lady,

A hard, black cricket

Inspects you.

Courage is a sword,

Honour, but a shield...

Here lies a turtle.