“The Magus”


for Lady Carduelis


I come bearing amethyst flowers,
I come bearing gifts of jade,
I come on my mounted pony
Bearing kilos of Toblerone.

Her black eyes flash with pleasure,
Her black eyes flash with fire,
Her black eyes gleam hungrily
As I come with the Toblerone.

But what provokes this fierce passion?
What provokes this ancient desire?
Is it me on my mounted pony…
Or is it, I dare ask, the Toblerone?


(Prague — September 26, 2001)



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