Grey Goose and Gander

Grey goose and gander,
Waft your wings together,
And carry the good king's daughter
Over the one-strand river

Isabella Dorta

When I say that I am fuckable not lovable, it’s not to say that I am only desirable for sex.
Believe me I know my body is not the sort of body men beg to have sex with.
It is to say I do not think I am someone who anyone could ever truly love.
I’m too much work, too difficult, too complex.
I can feel myself waiting for him to realise this.
To throw in the towel, and tell me, "you’re just too much to deal with."

This is your modern romance?
This is your twenty-century love?
How disappointed.

Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae

I Am Not What I Was Under the Reign of Good Cynara
Ernest Dowson

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.