The Bow and Beaux I. Artemis! She of the Wild; Mistress of Animals!Goddess of the Hunt & Moon;In evening glowWith Quiver and BowQueen of purity, we call, we swoon! Eternal maiden,To Thee we stray!O Thou whose brother bringeth the day;By sliver of almond or silver disc!In bright white light we succumb to trystAnd we areContinue reading “The Invocation of Αρτεμις”
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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”
Buss Me By The Blueberry Bush
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”
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 Invocation of Aurora
Aurora! Goddess of Dawn! Hearken to Thy slave on his knees!Thou art called for Thou art his LadyWhom shineth golden light from the east! Pledging allegianceThy pawn cries forth Ever loyal to the Morning Sun! Without Thy brilliance In ascending course Nay, there couldst not remaineth a single one! Praise be unto Thee in amberContinue reading “The Invocation of Aurora”
English Breakfast
The light pours in–
Her body now bare;
Pansies and posies delight in her hair.
Wheat and Rye
Bristled brushes sweep and reach From the black of fertile soil; As the Queen of Space drips dew and grace The beastly blood begins to boil. His longing is a fire here In the midst of midnight moon; Sustained by grain and rolled aflame In tryst of calls and croons. Flowers nigh, the sweat itContinue reading “Wheat and Rye”
The Saccharine Sycophant 