Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising

“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising” Lavender seduces symmetry in her ever changing moods slips into something more comfortable a swollen tangerine sky moves its tongue over the blues of her violet harbour calling the siren home through ultramarine waves gone all rippling golden roses mulberry wine diaphanous Psyche equipoised over morning’s intention calls to the submerged golden trident Neptune slips over her rolling satin curves in truth, the sun in his world, hidden, still remains warm under blankets of subterfuge has gone all dark, double agent covert stunning the coquette with romantic notions undoing pearls from tight shells like buttons ripped off a shirt, ebony sea shucked tuxedo, once again, night's trapped smiles silently knowing but still lost in this Arden concedes to kneel at her feet towards the velvet base of Luna’s salt stinging sighing tides, this Venus has velvet oceans to conquer riding astride thrashing white horses, tame heliotrope anemones beguile and tempting pull falling stars into the gossamer orbits of planetarium eyes sea purple cherries on a new canvas never tasted so sweet against this passion play incomplete he concedes, he’ll be king again in the morning, so he falls headfirst into Dark Night’s dream Eden blooms unseen poesies in her night garden, like mother of pearl the shell opens within the exotic depths of her strange and perplexing Delphi oracle devotions streams of light shadow a body of work receptive to luminescence heaven is no longer suspended it now opens gates to where all angels and stars must at some time plunge Modigliani’s fever as evidence never tasted so sweet, wrapped up in her crushed velvet insolence dripping deep into new sentences those beckoning emerald reflections where the deserting dark cormorants fly over mountains rising peaks flushed to perfection against warm lips aching in an arching dark night sky the king tide washes over her ever changing moods salty kissed upon Apollo’s rising morning she takes her leave her ever changing moods the rapture reprising (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) "The Gardener Of Eden (A Three Piece Suite)", The Style Council https://youtu.be/MfOpKAuJjxk “Rome is not outside me, but inside me. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.” Modigliani “I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps.” Modigliani “When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes.” Modigliani “Sea Poppies” by H.D. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48187/sea-poppies “Gloire de Dijon” by D.H. Lawrence https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47353/gloire-de-dijon LYRICS/The Gardener of Eden, Style Council https://genius.com/The-style-council-the-gardener-of-eden-a-three-piece-suite-lyrics