Aubade
By Robert Tustin
The room looks as if it's been ransacked
And yet smells of sweat, sex
And the sweet scent of her lavender perfume.
The night before had left them both in ruins,
But now the sun is threatening to peek
In at them through the blinds. She grunts.
He says, "Hello, old friend." "No," she coos,
"Coffee." "But love, the sun has come
To see your beauty. He's heard your hair
Outshines his golden rays. Old friend, it does!
And I am greedy. I keep her here with me.
You will have to wait for her beauty, outside,
You who shine down in the morning wood.
I for my part can only raise one ivory column
In salute to this goddess, who even
With her back to me inspires me to such heights.
If I could do more, O sun, the temple I'd build
Then dedicate to her would be your pleasure
To behold and what you would look forward to
In rising each morning, as I do here."
This would surely bring a smile to Mr.Larkin.