Love's Ghostly Demise . . .
LOVE IS NEVER ROOTED IN ONE PLACE
Picky, prickly panic waves of foam--hiding, guiding soul to roam
Grecian granite gods in gorge galore--choking less, feeling more
Soggy, boggy steps from swamp to shore
Dusty, musky seduction, reduction of spirit man and more
Poor, splintered door, shaping wife--with mentions, lies, and lore
Creepy, sleepy eyes, creature lonely, slinking sure
Dawning, spawning infant with jester's soul in two
Giggling, sprinkling witches' elder ashes pour
LOVE'S PRESENCE IGNORES ONE'S STATION IN LIFE
Begging, dredging, cloak of fire burning true
Rural silk, Eastern milk drank from brazen winks of dusk
Passion's scent, awkward lent--crow sings a pauper's mint
Hunger'd bones, pyre tones, and damp lashes that look
Dancing true in beggar's shoe eating jungle demon's sleep
Loving the flowers, her femininity dares, taking my sights of care
A shekel bare with burdened hair--a throne of jaded air
Arm in arm, sundown and charm, we twine 'neath heaven's glare
LOVE IS BORN, AND REBORN
Waking old with pilfered gold and hunger's aching disease
Filthy tramp's smile and satan's rile--laying with death-like love
Silent waves, concerted graves, but frozen in moment of glass
She kisses my lips, death robing my grips, at dark at last I pass.
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