~~~ Liaison ~~~
~ Liaison ~
Sister’s Plough doth aide gemmed night,
Lassoing true hearts’ undoable bight;
In furrows, be sown shushed secret stars,
Wherethrough you feel her world is ours.
Cacophonous branch whip gales yonside,
Deuce bodies glissade with warmth inside;
Thy angst, phalanxed from every quarter
In shadowy swallows of heavenly slaughter.
Lo, cant thine draughts’ ecstatic flow,
I’ll daub thy bow with gilded glow;
Fain, all blue dragons sith surely slayed,
Nought left, to make thee feel afraid.
Thy Centaur swings to seize thy love,
With sparkling bolas up above;
Parfay, squished quivers beneath our chest;
O’ surrenders, caught in sweet arrest.