Live and Love

After Catullus V

The Sparrow of Lesbia by Guillaume Charles Brun (1860)
The Sparrow of Lesbia by Guillaume Charles Brun (1860)
Let us live and let us love,
My Lesbia,
My Layla,
My dark princess of the nighttime sky,
Framed in velvet as black as raven’s wings,
Illuminated by a thousand suns
Glowing through pinpricks 
In the fabric of the night.

May we live and love
Free of the judgmental eyes
And gossip tongues
Which blow an ill wind,
Not worth a wooden nickel.

My Irish princess,
My Cornish queen,
Your king is in the counting house
Counting all his money,
While I’m deep in love
Counting all your kisses,
One for each light
In the heavenly vault.

And who’s the richer?
Who, when this brief light
Fades to black,
Faces the end with no regrets?