~~~ Return To Anon ~~~
~ Return To Anon ~
Meet thee at the brink of forever, where thy Aphroditian grandeur sleeps in rapturous coma of Hypnos dreams. In the eye of a quivering flame, ‘pon the Queen Anne torchiere boasts the vestal which burns for thee in kindles of remembrance, where love was thy spiral galaxy in the onyx space-time of your beating thing; your diet, the stars above ; thy dessert, a romantic circlet of marbled trinkets, kept for you, as a fifth wheel, driving our hopes wherever we wished to go.
Let distich words make love whenst thou art far from me, as flummoxing gulfs of turbulent, volatile waves ‘tween aching , reticent twain, divide, via their ebbing, phantasmal ripples of taciturn, spectral hours.
When dawn’s choir pierces cockcrow in paean of angelic, cryptic canticle, let that be my belle singing to thee as though released from my heart, welcome to return, when the chill, arctic winds swerve, and blasts of Favonian, capricious gust blow thee back to me, where thou’ll keep thee safe and warm in a velvet house built for two.
Before whirligig of ‘ Once upon a time ‘ was ever begat, when a melting fiancee gazed into her vintage compact, you let your man swear eternal love in thine ear under a weeping moon ‘neath a spreading sycamore wherest thou were born. Couldst madam’s beauteous symmetry release a sweet tear of joy for thee as a sand bar meets a gentle wash of true blue, just as summertime leaps like a newborn lamb from the lap of April dawns’ nectarious embrace?
My love for you is a Russian doll, encasing my resplendent orchid within each passing day, encouraging secret, silken thuds to thrive, making better versions of our yoked amore than we sought in troubled peccadillo of yesterdays, as we lettest the deliciates of our past becometh the worst of our hereafter.
Climb aboard impending prospects of these rambunctious, future thoughts, away from the ballyhoo hokum, as they travel forward to times of good morrow, whereth thy swain, as he gazeth into tinted amulets of robin egg hue, mounted 'pon crystal citadels of perfect femininity, may declare that beyond unseen millenia, thouest shalt still be in love with his amaranthine queen….