Julia Awakes

Awaking in the morning
and looking at my love,
my read-haired, dearest Julia,
my lovely fair-skinned dove;
Prime Minister and bed mate,
we’ll keep the status quo:
you will do the talking
wherever we may go.
But I’ll be in the background
to ensure that when you face
the public or the media,
that ev’ry hair’s in place.
In Parliament or kitchen,
my dear, please be assured,
that whatever the occasion,
you're perfectly coiffured.
For your hair is my creation,
its tints and glints and gleams,
these lovely Titian tresses
that thrill me in my dreams.
Now, dearest Julia, it’s clear
as your nightie is transparent -
if you are now the Sovereign,
then I’m the Heir Apparent.
© Mary Kille