Il Dort!
He sleeps.
I tire of this!
Unintentional trials,
Unfettered frustration
Once in sudden bliss
Now turns and itself styles
To anticipation.
Do I bore you?
Why then are you so soon to sleep?
Do I scare you?
Why then to my side do you keep?
How insulting!
That I should lose your interest
To unconsciousness.
How revolting!
That I should so soon return
To inconspicuousness.
He sleeps.
Were I the Moon
I’d have a simpler time of it.
Succubine pleasures of sleeping shepherds
Are far better than nothing at all.
Succubine pleasures get physical results
And perhaps later a returned call.
He sleeps.
How insulting!
You leave me waiting around
Upon my hour of flight.
How revolting!
That your misbehaviour here
Now should prompt me to write.
Do you deserve this?
The constrained verse of my late hours?
Do you wish this?
The agonizing of mental powers?
I tire of this!
Sublimated desires,
Unspoken grievances;
Would that your hot kiss
Never prompted the fires
Of denied advances!
He sleeps!
I tire of this!
Unintentional trials,
Unfettered frustration
Once in sudden bliss
Now turns and itself styles
To anticipation.
Do I bore you?
Why then are you so soon to sleep?
Do I scare you?
Why then to my side do you keep?
How insulting!
That I should lose your interest
To unconsciousness.
How revolting!
That I should so soon return
To inconspicuousness.
He sleeps.
Were I the Moon
I’d have a simpler time of it.
Succubine pleasures of sleeping shepherds
Are far better than nothing at all.
Succubine pleasures get physical results
And perhaps later a returned call.
He sleeps.
How insulting!
You leave me waiting around
Upon my hour of flight.
How revolting!
That your misbehaviour here
Now should prompt me to write.
Do you deserve this?
The constrained verse of my late hours?
Do you wish this?
The agonizing of mental powers?
I tire of this!
Sublimated desires,
Unspoken grievances;
Would that your hot kiss
Never prompted the fires
Of denied advances!
He sleeps!