Chateau of Delight
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You! Demon in the sack,
Put the bollards around the heart to tame the love of old.
Doing penance for thousands of years
In anticipation at the Château of Delight, …that it?
Well, simple necessities of life convey into the lore of romance,
And you atone for the sins, and you show the kindness,
And you do until you die, as he did in the sky.
A heap of stones drag me down to the bottom
Of this mystic river of thoughts, or a short puff of pleasure,
When I see my lass walking down the old road, for a good measure.
Nah, it’s not treasure, but a mignonette on an open palm
As a shiny ghost that refrains from talking into the ear of a hearer,
A messenger for ought I know, and I know not, until I hear her.
And then she coos, and then I coo, what to do, if I don’t woo?
My fervid desires, my lucky four-leaf clover, the smell
Of cinnamon on the lips of this dame, this lass,
I do not care for as long as I make her confess,
And I don’t want just to woo, but deviltry her moist with dew.
Copyright © Hound Of Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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