Something for Somebody
My midsummer night’s fantasy?Lysander’s lady, Hermia. Now there’s a rare bird.I picture her barefoot in the mist-veiled nightWearing just a fairy garland and a gauzy flowing cloak.She’s a teller of pictures and a painter of tales,Known to break the monotony of any boring spellWith the means to make one feel at homeAnd stand comfortably naked before her bedroom eyes.She’s proudly erotic in a classical way, and not the least bit shy,With charms and potions meant to make a man feel lucky.She is the most ravishing daughter of Athens.Lysander had better be on his best game,For given chance, I’d lay with her in the temple of ZeusAnd not fear the fury of those jealous, petty gods.Given chance, I’d love her with the passion of a god.