A thousand diamonds
would but rob the beauty
of my sweet summer rose.
We sleep
languid and lazy
like the petal
worshiping the rose.
In the shadow of a summer moon
do we sing the music of dreams,
and with sweet whispers
play a symphony to love.
Goddess woman
forest mother
power of spring
You are my essential love
beneath a sun void of shadow.
I am weak in your beauty,
chained to your bed
by my sordid urges.
I live in the shadow of a goddess.
I must stop,
and I cannot.
You are a goddess
who sins to lie in my bed.
Love is a chain
shaking death in red screams;
Love is a knife
spraying blood in blue dreams
My sausage girls pound
with bitter blows
and heave peach juice
on honeyed rose.
I am weak
and in your mad beauty
delirious.
Sing, delirious beauty
honey sweet your luscious cries.
"I love you,"
he whispered,
worshipping her shadow.
In summer's sun
Our shadows lie.
In lazy dreams,
Your whispered cry
Still sings the hot
And languid sky.
Scream
as I play
the tiny red fiddle
in your mad symphony
Silently, the moonless night
turned sun's joy
to winter's grief,
and blue rain cried the loss.
(This was with the Children's Set, and using overlapping letters/words)
Ask not my heart for flowers
From your love's unnourished soil.
(This was with the Children's Set, and using overlapping letters/words)
Lather me up,
boy.
Spread your frantic language
Beneath my honey hair.
Tamagotchi
You -
tiny egg boy -
milk me,
love me,
sleep.
Iron leg woman
Chain me beneath
Your sordid urges.
Beat my frantic whisper;
Pound my boiling blood,
And I
weak,
cry please.
Recalling her willful moment,
robbed of language,
dressed only in irony,
alone,
she cries.
No, boy.
You take me never,
leave love still
as water in the void;
do not go.
The stormy woman,
her sweet rain
like petal bare mist
on my bed.
Death, I recall
what music I lived.
Love was a gift
as delicate as spring.
Watch me
in the bitter Never
of your wanting moon -
gone
shot like blood
in the falling
of your
winter void.
Boil, boy
and picture the wax.
It is love,
and she your cooling rain.
Knife me, woman girl.
It is your bitter chain I worship;
Wax me
As I cry for luscious life
And honeyed death.
