Childish Improvisation

dear mrs browning,
today I delved secretly to sir Robert’s private shelves,
I didn’t follow any doorbell.

aah! there were few colours, 

but O forgive me!
there was a very sprinkling smell!
a smell coming from the dust, kept
full for a long time, and fresh,

It reached the front unmarred cell of thy passionate sir browing’s shell!

dear mrs browning, I went further,
opened thy music box 

playing “the house of clouds”,
“the deserted gardens”, in “grief”,
“pain in pleasure”, “past and future”,
but O my dear mrs browning! 

Before I leave,
I shall ask for Mr. Robert’s graceful heave.

Before I leave,
O lyrical Robert!
Ring a bell on my pigeon hole
before farewell
Kill my soul, voodoo my little heart
and by night, 

tear my enchanted demon up!