Prince, when I found you downwind of the toadstools
In the spring wood clearing, gaping with heartache,
And you gulped, swollen under your sad jewels,
I took you in a cold passion, for pity's sake,
For the ludicrous white belly and bulging head.
You jumped, suddenly, long green legs outsplayed,
To my cupped hand. So was I brought to bed
By a pledge, my white flesh by your green skin laid.
How shall I tell the shapely change that fell
On us as we embraced, reluctant? When
You kiss my glistening skin I feel a spell
Dissolved, and I come green to your hands again.
I do not know the seeming from the true
As we slip into our unambiguous climax!
I, last and loveliest born, most happy-you,
Prince, still humped like a frog in the slime of sex.