Your swan’s neck lays
gracefully draped across
the dark guillotine of my
heart’s desire…
eyes dimmed beneath the shadow of
the cross,
with arms pale and limp before
the night’s fire.
Fever courses red-hot through the
dark eve,
the dew of love sprinkled on your
rose-bud lips…
veiled moonlight paints the
shadows full of leaves,
outlines the silver curve of
midnight ships.
The sea is crashing dark against
the shore,
the sand lays white as
freshly-driven snows…
the landscape will be dark
forever more,
the deep earth caught in silent,
shadowed throes.
The wine of music hums throughout
these lands,
the trees do bear the deadly
fruit of queens…
poisoned by the hate of
ill-tempered hands
that tremble not at the slicing
of spleens.
Deep the discovery found beneath
skin,
pealed back the pale layers to
the blood
and scraped away the ignorance of
sin,
which cakes us weary travelers
like mud.
Armed by innocence, you beget
desire,
with lips of dew and eyes of wild
passion,
the sweat reflected by a dancing
fire
that by your golden teeth you
would fashion…
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