Orbituary

I never had a Jennifer
to call my one and only
a vixen and a metaphor
for life among the lonely

a woman wise and bountiful
a tigress stalking prey
inured and sorely mountable
whence passion leads to play

I never had a Heather
to flower close beside me
in fair and stormy weather
to comfort, poke and guide me.

a woman, strong and sensible
a lioness guarding den
tuned to themes compensable
in arts supreme to men

I never had a Millicent
to drill me on my duty
to practice purely diligent
relief upon my bootie

a woman wise and sensuous
a kitten, purring love
yielding without petulance
demanding rank above