The Fox Romantic

The Fox Romantic wore a costume
sewn of words he’d heard around,
the clouds of sounds that would accost him
made the pose he took to town.

And in those clothes there was a secret
demonstrated in the streets
each lady, once she’d look upon them
was instantly weak in the knees.

For they were forged of her desire
the Fox himself had nought a say
as such his posture was a mirror:
unconscious lusts all on display

The Fox Romantic took advantage
of hearts he need not comprehend
but likewise, he was used as footbridge:
an object for to chase an end.