Love In Futility

Cherry blossom lips harpy of my clouded life, order mocked by hips- lashed, ocean blue eyes knife Elegante, my unaware amour masters the reasons I flee archaic heroes of tragic lore- rue their shades transpire in me. I wonder at an angel's grin, enrapt, hording her laughter. Diamonds pale, like rivered stones, incomparable company with my love. But a bastard in rags-eyes avert! Beat yourself back to the sot's cruel cage! in those oceans you're but the Boatman's shirt never noticed, consumed by tidal rage.