Attending to My Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Rose early this day to spend time with you,
To see you, touch you, do what yet to do.
There can be but one first time, must be true.
Be gentle put aside male bravado.
Arriving quiet at your bed of white,
So kid soft yet lonely with only you.
Knelt gently, getting as close as I might
Reaching but stopped, not wanting to imbrue.
The sun peering in, you opened to meet.
No resisting now, I touched your nectar.
I placed it upon my tongue, it was sweet.
Looking about that had my simitar.
Leaning forward I kissed your velvetiness,
With skill I did cut your stem with swiftness.
The painting above is entitled A Still Life of Flowers laid on a Table by Abraham Bosschaert. The flowers are of course are tulips and the poem is not what you thought it was about. It is about a greedy person going out to clip a prize tulip. It is about tulip-mania in the 17th century. There is also a movie be released soon that relates to it so rather than me cutting and pasting here are a couple of links. No I am not a dirty old man, just an old man who loves to play with words.