CLASSIC

CLASSIC

want to see
the water
cascading
   down you

in my
scruffy little
shower find
you
    gone full
Botticelli

Venus
  newly born

and our love,
which you proclaim Platonic
shadow-shown
        on the wall of

my mouldy bathroom

though would rather that it
were enacted
           comically, tragically

in the cosy comfort
of our cave