Poems : Andy Mulkerin
2.
attendant of one's lover's garden,
guardian of one's lover's scythe,
lithe below a midwest sunrise,
steady under one's own yoke –
with one's pair of spirit-wings,
flirting over fields,
one might bend to love me once,
feel the eyes of animus,
one might bring forth gladly blooms
still in autumn to impress;
one who tills of sympathy
with the spade of one's affect.