Thine

by FTS Miles

Mine tongue is thine,
to cant philosophy
and art of line,
geography and
curve divine,
savor sweet labium
and sonata refined,
pleasures of intellect
and intercourse defined,
mine tongue to wander
in devotions to thy mind,
a poesy of inspection
mine intent to find
upon nape or tome
of alluring kind,
in broiling research
our tastes entwined,
with no asceticism
do I thee remind
in scholarly pursuit
mine tongue is thine.