RomanticDave BontaFace to facelooks hide the whole face but in bed we could see and all night a cold wind blowing through the windows
RomanticDave BontaIdyllsun behind her dress the lines of a hip on a country evening so content I hardly speak
RomanticDave BontaSlow danceis my knee red which hand is handsome alone with each other we begin to learn to dance for two to pray being one is holy
RomanticDave BontaFebruary idylla couple of ducks content to eat in the cold wind this ache is my Valentine
RomanticDave BontaSmittenthe morning road where she alights and I who never loved my heart a heavy shoe cannot understand a purse which is little yet mighty
RomanticDave BontaAdriftI wake to her silence tired of being read by others her other face against my heart her body in my hands as bland as a letter from sea
RomanticDave BontaLate love songthe beauty of her naked neck I admire it as we eat she loves horses and I am in pain from riding I have lived a very orderly life a cook may find my heart too old and hard
RomanticDave BontaGrandiloquenta most troublesome fellow my head aching to have the world and knot it up seeing all the disorder of desire as a wing for love
RomanticDave BontaPillarMy wife is an oiled leg of church, a long psalm, sex the red letter I preserve among my other prayers.
RomanticDave BontaThe starving artist studies his modelAll day looking at her body, a good ship; his, a gilded well.
RomanticDave BontaRendezvousMeet me in thin arms, say it is only to sell me a trick or a ring in the nose. I know how true rain would be.
RomanticDave BontaThe gospel of wealthO tell me to come, leave the key of the chest with the surgeon. Live plentifully and love good things. Let the virginal thorn pierce the rose.