I tasted honey from her lips and into a madness did I slip of sweetest expectation this living nectar in me burned all reason and regret was spurned to free desire beyond intoxication
thus did a dream breathe into form and from my beating heart was torn ancient instincts too long dormant held, among wild rhododendron groves to waiting passions were we behoved to submit as our fired hunger swelled
this is no new morning but simply the end of one more dark night and the restless start of another. for we have seen the last dawn sometime before we extinguished the light that all hidden beauties discovered.
your kiss is Parma Violets melting on my tongue reminding me of penny sweets from when my world was young sherbet dabs excite my skin from your powdered embrace and is that melting caramel I dare on your skin taste?
do not contemplate your gods nor ask their motivations if they can watch the mountains fall what need have they for adoration as that poor man may strive to give in return for fear’s reward oblivious they must surely be to mortals they all but ignore.
ancient fingers pierce the earth to hold itself upon the sands for centuries silent sentinel as watcher held the yew tree’s hands, when but a seedling, heathen hordes did violate this sacred wood yet in proud vestments evergreen its boughs as guardian for us stood.