THE TRUE CONFESSION OF GEORGE BARKER
Let Grace, like lace, descend upon me
And dignify my wingless shoulder:
Let Grace, like space, lie heavy on me
And make me seem a little older
A little nobler; let Grace sidle
Into my shameful bed, and, curling
About me in a psychic bridal
Prove that even Grace
is
darling.
The moon is graceful in the sky,
The bird
is
graceful
in
the air,
The girl is graceful too, so why
The devil should I ever care
Capitulating to despair?
Since Grace is clearly everywhere
And I am either here or there
I'm pretty sure I've got my share.
Grace whom no man ever held,
Whose breast no randy hand has pressed,
Grace no lover has undressed
Because she's naked as a beast-
Grace will either gild or geld.
Sweet Grace abounding into bed
Jumps to it hot as springald-
Mter a brief prayer
is
said.
Come to me, Grace, and I will take
You close into my wicked hands,
And when you come, make no mistake,
I'll
disgrace you at both ends.
We'll grace all long throughout the night
And as the morning star looks in
And blanches at the state we're in,
We'll grace again to be polite.
For Marriage is a state of grace.
So many mutual sacrifices
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