in the warm flesh bleeds the bright silvered perspiration haunting night perfume imagined on the breeze’s flight serenade the senses with such delight that what is writ is more than dealt ’tis both the thought and passion felt such is the hour past midnight and its power to desires ignite.
a dream of lights at year’s end silk garbed golden promises to fragrant gardens do they send my thoughts to heaven’s premises wherein the precincts of my heart open to the gentle grace that she to my eyes impart the blessings of her loving face
you held your face to me my love inviting but the sweetest wish that lingered on your brow a while before we shared a lingered kiss held now in place as almost stone eternal ‘fore the elements as is our love in marble honed under infinite firmaments.
bright flowers of the summer’s morn’ turn their stares toward my eyes accusatory earthly scorn the gardens artifice defied yet in defiance beauty glows despite itself and jewels our days thus on their blooms our mercy’s thrown until at last we part our ways.
the candle shook this darkened womb scattered gold around the tomb and in that lantern’s light did see the sum of life’s blithe mystery vitality, virility captured for eternity as decorated ossuary the irony of effigy.
the moon summons us to share secrets in her name a benevolent confessional devoid of any blame in which we may know our thoughts how our souls be stained but they be equal measured both the sacred and profane