My Beautiful Bride's

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A curious drop of orgone dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains... Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze... Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ...“My Beautiful Bride's” *