Ode to a Pretty Burlesque
I saw you there on stage, disrobed, and yet
you savagely retained the modest bits.
Unkind, my Lady! Pale, erotic breast
you hide coquettish, as if bound by writ...
or wrist. I see how tight constrained by lace
and bones; your heartbeat pulses, pounds, against
the pressing weight; but give me leave and place
to render aid! Alas! I find me fenced
by space, by bodies crush, by worlds apart;
by sound and silence; how illusory
the character, how well she plays the part!
Ephemeral; a goddess not for me.
How glorious the want I have for thee!
Though at show’s end you’ll want no more of me.