Buss me by the blueberry bush When no one is around; Only doves hear thereof, The silence turning to sound! Buss me by the blueberry bush And promise not to look; Shady bowers count the hours That love & languor forsook. Buss me by the blueberry bush When we smell incense of loam; Grapes thatContinue reading “Buss Me By The Blueberry Bush”
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Nox
Dance during the wicked nightWith death’s lips against thy neckAs petals and pips of sweet rosehipFlutter about thy breadth. The shriek it echoes across the pondAnd willows and reeds sigh still;The bleak mythos blends the bondOf fog rolling over the hill. Below the toil the soil springsFor winter’s silver assoil;Flowers sprout about faerie ringsTo mimicContinue reading “Nox”
The Saccharine Sycophant 