And she of flaxon hair of great delight
She took my hand in love despite
my kisses came all as light
As an angels brow with cold hard night...
And I clutched her my breast to hers,
now all the world would concur.
And when we kissed my passion flowed
If I was she and she the toad
What secrets did she keep in her heart,
shaped like a box...
And would she still be with me
When wence the clock tocked...
And once more she would come
And the light of God would strike me dumb.
But all at once I would shed
A thousand hearts to bleed once bled...
And what would I say of flaxon hair
to the one who would once my heart to tear
but "I love you"
and chaste despair.
-MP-
When I look at you, I feel your soul
though your skin burns me
it is your spirit that guides me
Many would say "What of the mortal coil?"
your touch from within, I can see
When I look at you, I feel your soul
Is it the spirit that burns? Blood burning bil.
Does your flesh or spirit set me free?
It is your spirit that guides me
Causes fire, than leaving, leaving me to sweat and toil
When you are she and me becomes he
When I look at you, I feel your soul
One place together, a sanctuary, a grassy knoll
Absolute grace, absolute glee
It is your spirit that guides me
We walk together, on the same soil
Roots of love planted, strong grows the tree
When I look at you, I feel your soul
It is your spirit that guides me
-MP-
For she or I or thinkly thigh
her squeeling voices oh so high
The blue glue glumly goo
or red to black or black to white
Or simply sat with pillows plight,
Her garden grown given glout, her
pouting lips to partly pout,
she knew him well to she could
dismount
A thousand horses taken out
-MP-
When I squirm in musics bliss
its as if my heart's heart to kiss
And when my soul melds with she
My heart content now shouts with glee.
Given a chance the soul doth gleam
The soulds light does gainly stream...
Out comes tears of joy
The salt licks tears for toy
Tongues tickle mingle disband
flesh touches bands on middle hand
Joy of circular shaped medallion
Horses move like a light marching stallion
Lips do touch and tell much more
Lips still touching still want more...
Stomachs slaps to slaps of endless rythm
thundering pulse pulsation plucked plum,
Released spore flower death of pistal
Quiet remiss shared secret flowers...
Open wounds kissed closed
new beginning
...Hope...
...Dreams...
Love last lovely lust's luxury latest chore
-MP-
Grain,
Stumbling down...
The tower
casting doubt.
She knew,
As if the cats had crawled
about
Her skin,
Black saphire with the sheen
of light, of love
call it light
tone of the empire, gone mad
-MP-
The town went down
to the ground
Aspirations cast
Like light at my feet
her vision my treat
All gone, death but yielding,
childlike features screaming
my pleasures
reaming
cause for alarm,
she is here.
-MP-
For when I went to see the tree
A thousand trees were born with glee...
And when I came across her face,
I could do nothing more than cold embrace...
From times I ran and ran I did,
Whilst my heart and soul to rid,
All pain but love still love to bid
I met and whose pain myself rid.
-MP-
Black toned temples spun
for if not for but for the gun
And if I came to free myself
I would but see a heart upon the shelf.
And if the heart grows cold with love's intent
All my days will be spent
For bullets know no intent
-MP-
For when the bow bent boldly
when leapord skin did shed,
The cast eyes down gladly
when once my heart was shed
And when my heart did shed and ghostly fell
The coffin heart of love did spill
For when she kissed my lips did taste
And the veil of life lusts lift to hatse
I blinked for gotten realms of death
spurred.....
and wondered if
-MP-
Dark clouds over head
The gods hammer hammers the dead
Graves dug dug then bled
flies scavenger plant natures wrath
Their young squirming to the surface.
Lanky half bodies reek of homeless plight.
The unforgiving sun steals color and sight.
The eyes close simple toes awkward twisted
gangly flopping limbs left, bind pluck
unknowing souless scavengers...
a boy steals shoes....
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