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Pour your wine on body this faint,
Let thine erring sound cover eyes,
Mine hour yea still all too faint,
Bred on a single step kiss to lie,
Sooth ne figs nor leaves midst a hue
Whose legs, my stoned stems wilt,
Those emeralds sunk in water through,
Mixed in earth till one hole filled:
I would slide through mud so holy,
And cry a thousand tears in song
That all is silent in you wholly
Breached in the arms of woe so long.
When this sty: great love we desire,
Neither of us shall pigs remain,
Though tender sleaze is play so dire,
And whose powdered nose I never tame!
But love so vanquished, yet heart aspires!,
Is cast aside till Cupid’s dart is fired,
Once blood drops from arse to glass,
Is Cupid brought his groom is sired.

Erstwhile Orgasm

Beneath the ethereal sky her eyes met,
Under cluster of stars her so eyes wet,
From when times of old should never bear,
But held him high from ground with hands so bare;
For his legs would fall under bitter crease,
His arms so stretched to ground with length increase,
So that the Earth shall root her feet in touch,
So that the water shall ripple for such
A beauty no jaw could never deceive,
Nor his head held high as much to perceive,
His nipples shall be one with bosom known,
The wind shall part the Earth in better throne,
Or ere in the midst of thought both ne clothed,
Nor water trickling down all parts be loathed,

By blood and poison

And then I’ll return from when I hence,
Leave me behind I’m only shadow past,
Slower I breathe your name how shallow,
A single kiss to break my loving fast,
A darker emblem that binds me apart,
Hide me under the Earth nor to speak,
Weeping is me in feet of neither feats,
Gather the thorns their poison’s peak;
Wrap thy neck round the cold wreathes,
Return me from me into you and see,

Maker

But Maker not so humble,
With which shall fall to crumble,
And be ought to start with flesh,
His sand that forms the mesh,

Casts him away distant and free,
Breathes life anew ere long he flee,
Hears his name for first ere forget,
Lasts while but changed lest in regret,

Whence learns to walk, learns to talk,
Hence yearns to bond, bears to sulk,
This life a spiked drink to drink
Where but ne walks towards brink,

A man’s life

He enjoyed the ignorance once known, and to have known nothing gave him the happiness to be ignorant more. Make me do; effect me so. For at youngest continues to graze the seeds of his youth under a soil of fertility; water of life; and sun for the lasting heat and light that drives his heart in momentum as his ire be gazed. Sooner grasps the first tools to prove his worth, and his father now in rest continues on the road alone with friends once he ganged now leaving for separate ways away. Realising that only solitude to help him work, and ought to be but never ought for a sanctum praised than the home he dreams with the warmth to conceal his thoughts better than the head of the wildest man.