Thy navel is round, like a Coke can, only rounder.
One could use your navel as a tiny Coke can holder.
The roundings of thy thighs are round, too—
So round as to be almost too round to contemplate.
What are other things in this world that are too round?
Thy two breasts are not round, but sort of pouty,
hanging down like twin overripe persimmons
if persimmons had little reddish brown buttons on them
and were often hidden behind a trendy shirt.
Thy neck is long and slender like the long, slender
neck of a goose, but without feathers or anything.
What if we were to go to the movies this evening?
I said, “I will climb up her latticework to her window.
“I will stretch my man-neck to see into her window.
“She will be eating popcorn and watching TV.
“I will then suggest that we go to a movie.”
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field
that is a shortcut to the mall where the Cineplex is.
There, Junior Mints give forth fragrance similar
to the fragrance of your breath after you eat them.

Saturday, February 2, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Belz! I thought you told me you wouldn’t write the language of another century! This is a disgrace! Shape up! I’m hankering to put your book back on the shelf!
Sunday, February 3, 2008 at 3:54 pm
You know you love this poem, Belz! But i am humbled beyond belief at your allusion to one of my former poems!
P.S.! When are we going to see some poems from you!
Sunday, February 3, 2008 at 8:32 pm
I was checking my email, and lo !… a poem in my web clips.
Dear Mr. A. Belz,
I am happy to present you with the hypothetical award for best use of “man-neck” in a poem appearing in a blog.
Congrats.
Monday, February 4, 2008 at 10:05 am
And I, in turn, am thrilled to present you belz.wordpress.com’s “best comment made (to date) by a user with the last name of Baus”!! Likewise: congrats.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 12:27 pm
I particularly liked: “what other things in this world that are too round?”
Thanks Aaron.
I’m not sure I understand this webclips dilly yet but I’m willing to try and understand.
Joe
Friday, February 8, 2008 at 12:26 pm
My man! I love your arch humor…the mock heroic…combing the tradition of the Chivalrous Romantics with the popcorn of modern mudanity.
Janet Riehl
http://www.riehlife.com
Saturday, February 9, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Janet, “arch” is a sweet word, and i’m honored that you apply it to my poetry. It seems especially appropriate for poetry that was written in St. Louis.
This poem is an updated translation of Song of Solomon (Song of Songs), chapter seven.