Cure For Stress (Poetry)

Do not be shy, my stressed-out love,
let’s play at nymphs and fauns,
cast off your worries with your clothes,
come sport with me ‘til dawn!

Forget the workout at the gym,
we’ll frolic in the woods —
this fitness lark is all a con,
fresh air will do more good

than tonics, pills, elixirs sold
at health shops and the like,
so scrap the exercise regime,
the jogging and the bike.

The pleasures of the flesh are free —
indulge yourself, go wild,
recycle old philosophies,
release that Sixties child

so long repressed by middle age,
the spirit gambols yet,
though inhibitions dampen lust,
but none of us forget

the thrill that makes the body sing —
electric and divine —
so let us find a sylvan dell
and playfully unwind!