Strands Of Red That Are Braided Round, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
my impertinence lifts your heavy crown
beneath this heirloom your sweet forehead wet
and your strands of red that are braided round;
I untie and lie them on your shoulders bed
and smell their softness with unsteady breath,
my fingers trace and trail your proud cheek bone lines
I lightly brush with warm certain lips
reveals your face and determined mind
though you stand unresistant in my arms
I delay my kiss and embrace your jewelless crown.