Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 13

When I approach the chill Lethean river
And stand, all astral gooseflesh, on the brim,
Will your Red Head shine for me through the dim
Damp shadows where I rub my soul and shiver
As I await old Charon's hydro-flivver?
A Lighthouse on the Other Shore? A Glim
Of warmth and courage o'er the waters grim?
Will you be mine on Earth and mine Forever?

Suzanne, I hope things will not go so far ...
My Thirteenth Wife would say: " Eternity,
My spouse, is not too long for you and me! "
It made me writhe! I painted her with tar
And touched her off and watched her blaze away. . . .
How love's old embers burn! Ah, welladay!
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