Lady,

Give me neither dusk nor dawn--
Let it be either night or morn.
Lukewarm love brings no comfort
That can my heart transport.

If darkness, shall I take it so and *****
My way along until I make good;
But if the light will I here abide,
Searching no further far nor wide.

Always will I cherish
thee,
till satan be
born again.

With Muse filled;
Seminal words are
on the parchment spilled.

Two strange hearts falling in one love--
Deep bowl of broth--is a mystery.
Baking eyes tossing off a fancy loaf
Ere the mouth that desires fare velvety.

Once the tommy the spot hits, culinary
Delights--instead of repeating upon
The tongue--become unsavory.
Hand, picking at the spread of affection.

Dying moments by shutter
captured.
Memories in living pictures
interred.