My Beautiful Bride's
Curious, a drop of orgone dusk
Making way to peek amid that
These curtains; hush this breath
Rising in slivers their, 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
Silk desires, parting perfect red lips
Stoking this fire; deep the moans
Bewitching cradles resting now
The dawn which waits within
Her velvet charms; love, set ablaze...
Nightfalls curious drop of time
Beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom she does lie
Casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart they surely know
Outside their window, a proxics cat
Does crow; aneath blood as blue rubies
Dripping from vines; such, silk incantations.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2012
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