Sunday, July 7, 2013

A beggar's feast

I was a beggar at love's table
gathering scraps as I was able
sweet nectar for my lips
my feast, my desert, my delight
each morsel a banquet to my sight
substance feed my fingertips

At the same dinner, I the guest
unwelcomed, unwanted table pest
sitting under, down below
The beggar, if she were welcomed now
if my thirst you should quince somehow
endless delight to you I'd show