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My Lover, My Liar
Your dance be so graceful as wind admist the trees all level
Your voice so soft and warm, I cry upon my knees cursing the devil.
Soft be your touch at first when we were young
A drop once taken in darken passion moonlight hung.
I danced with my lover so shy with long black hair
We kissed a soft kiss and slept on heartbeats of air.
Awaking we laughed and "she" whispered to my ear
When, darling, oh darling dear take me, use me,
but take me from these fiery bushes here.
What a morning and what she was mourning was never known
My soft lover with black hair made my spirit greive and moan.
My other lover with silken taste took my sight and then my name
Out of rented coffin I rolled dead--looking at first lover tamed.
Flames and fury shot forth from settled, season woman of age
Casting my throat in eyelash froth weak in her solar rage.
Creeping under dawn light dim seeking a rest to myself alone
A knock on my door, then bedroom bore in harlot's tone.
Her eyes were demonic jade with lashes Egyptian paint
Lips of ruby red while chanting a sonnet of hell and saints.
Dancing on my back and vanishing before the sun
I try to live; I try to breathe, young lover she has won.
I fear in one innocent tear in vineyard dark and mute
Feeling her love on robin's word knowing evil at its root.
Curving, carving, craving a female like her at sleep
Tormented love in twisted grapevine lies of forward creep.
Come, my darling. Quench your thirst at my bidding true
Spill not my love, oh lover dear make my heart not blue.
I've seized your heart, your wayward heart
So mingled, shattered and scattered apart.
Now dance with me on yesterday's dust
While yon younger babe in white doth trust.
Yet love is from me the spirited mist
A sip, a longer sip, a maze of perfumed twists.
Year upon year. Breath upon breath, I vow
No more closer dancer of love my wisdom now.
I crawl to babe with white to caress her wound of deep
While you crave and waste away my empty drink I keep.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery