Queen

you've entered my house again against all odds i followed aimlessly amid my consumed desire for the sun captured in your gaze exposing horse's with seven heads i sighed for ezekiel's pastoral conditions weathered so beneath st francis's torn soles eagerly you cringed at the opening of yoni while exploring ciaro's entrance abode an yet weakened by surah's soiled stained garments of satin revealing thy bosom catering to yusuf's wandering soul piercing the mauve sky breaking neptune into rapture formed inspite hindu's mental wrath covered in crawling grapevines upon mount olives one would rather see madness than discover the darkness of the moons sultry glow tasting earths sweet nectar in a quiet realm across rushing tides we'd meet again crawling and clawing our way back savages simply to be devoured to soon beseeched by mere threads of solidarity mirth and sweet virtue