I tell you- aye- I am a greedy woman.
I yield to you this:
A jaunty kiss
For you and avarice--
Not pawned and thrifted
Or staunchly two-fisted,
But open-mouthed.
And open-eyed
Let my glittering hordes of thought and feeling be multiplied
I want to have--
I want to fill my arms
And heart--
With incidents and embarrassments
Accomplishment and abandon,
Given over to all things rich and stark and dark
Beautiful and unladylike.
I need to drink in skies and oceans
And indecent jokes.
I can admit to being a woman in love
With all things Technicolor and blunt.
I'm unsatisfied with life being anything but a hunt.