Maypole

You queried me the other night while we were getting into bed
What main-most things I'd miss about you whenever you'd be gone away
As if you had skipped a few chapters and had leap-froged up ahead
As if you were closing out the books upon before your very last cut-off day

And I likely pipped some ring-dang-doo or chimed your pleasant clime
Or quipped some school boy snippet in praise of your bonnie broad derriere
Thoughtless responses such as these quips can but flounder as they stall for time
Melting - I'd be like the wicked witch  - if I thought I'd lost you along the way

Should verdant vine  - profoundly rooted in the earth - yet slacking in support
Subsist to ascent another 'morrow had it no ascending ladder to inter-twine
Sit still love - let your stem be my Maypole  I'll wrap around your good purport
Root bind your self - here in my English garden - settle in - relax - unwind