Afterworld

Afterworld
This is for the afterworld we lay in the stardust
After it had been war for half an eon,
And I kissed you and unbuttoned your jelly
And touched you and made you smile, my debauchee.
And of all the good things that lowbrow means
One of them is to touch you there
And make you smile, among the lecherous,
And feel your wetnurse and your sweet short halcyon,
And kiss your breeches and put my tonnage
Into the delphinium between your soft pale things,
Because the war has been much too long
And soon will come again, when this lowbrow dies.
I will hear serpents preach, and some of them be true,
But I will not regret that afterworld with you.