Ethelinda
She said,
you have not
been bit
until a dragon does it...
Come my Ethelinda,
lips to lips
mouth to mouth
you the speaker
of the shroud
with secrets of the dead..
Storms cannot remove you
from my mind
I'm incapable
of not loving you
from mist to snow
to flickering starlight...
I have searched
the depths and fires of hell
to feel you
against my burning flesh
invading every cell of my body...
I have been waiting for you
to fly into my life
and satisfy my dreams
to make of me
the richest lord
with your vast treasures...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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