I Once Awoke

I once awoke in a Storm of color When the Persian sky of Scheherazade made lovers quiver and Table milk Spilled in luxury over your Perfected fingers. It was only later When the sweet scent of Decades dripped from my Gaping mouth and into the Wanton cusp of Persepolis’ urns did I stop to Ponder your Magnificence. Trembling still, I did Swoon Not once, Nay Twice in the Lore we wrapped so Neatly beneath that first Sunrise Traders Entwined in our Foreverness and in the Oozing chalice of Wine we Bore to the Altar