The Object of My Love
by Guy Walker (September 2019)
Woman Applying Makeup, Ernst Neuschul, 1930
Madam, whom to ‘objectify’
Is modern sin,
I can’t, yet, help, faced with your feminine,
But view your form, your nape, your hair and thigh,
As beauty’s definition; wired
In me, a deep imperative,
To seek this lovely difference, desired,
Despite my will, (though hoping you forgive).
May be, while we are other, we’re the same,
Sharing the human species and its aim?
To super-add the person, who
Is who you are,
To your rare person, to increase so far
The pleasure of my conference with you.
To bestially efface her, I’d
Refuse the double privilege
Of human being, seeking to divide
Your nature and deny our lineage.
When you require my love to touch your skin,
You have me touch intelligence within.
So since, sweet love, imponderable
For us, that we
Cleave indivisible duality,
(And flesh a lens for better mutual
Knowing beyond our eyes) let’s use
Our differing forms in Love’s extreme
Articulation, bringing with it new
Endearment, causing even life to teem;
Obedient, let’s consent to kiss and play,
Agreed rejoicing is the proper way.
Guy Walker a retired French teacher living in the South of England. In addition to writing poetry, Guy has published articles on political and health issues in The Conservative Woman He is technically a Catholic with a predilection for a conservative outlook. He blogs at roseatetern.blogspot.com.
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