requiem for St Valentine Day, revised

Love Paen, revised


give me a girl with a lisp,
that smells of bread baking
and walks with a limp
a turned in foot,
a hitch and a list in her gait
behind the boyos gather,
hope dream and wait
her nose and its bend
so the rise of her distant blue eyes
to look past her leavened lips
in a whisper
words flow slowly
from ideas two flights up
to close slow attentive pace
her thoughts
her breathing
her joints
her held-in ideas,  in a rhythm
like i've never seen
with the speech
the gaze
the gait,
she has me if she wish.