Desideratum

In the gardensAre heavenly kinds of fruits,Pell from marmoreal moonsTransmuted rough and red—Her skin is like a leopard. I am become as an amethystine palace,A chryselephantine chaliceWith an aroma allotOf some jasmine charged pot. So fluently do I spell our love, mavenIn the kingdom of this fruitful haven,Thy podex like plum& desideratum. A thousand rainbowContinue reading “Desideratum”

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