O Evictus, sweet evictus
Taste it swell; so sweet’st savour as thy sabbath thy blind’st bliss
Thy lov’st pose in front of beauty’s face
What a man canst not bear, not forever not ever
Thy glare, thy warm’st gaze
Long the soiree of fallen touches, canst not a single touch suffice to feel
How many fates do we hold dear within ourselves?
With the trillions of more of ourselves, there, art we bound..?
A soul I yearn to adore
Yet like a bourbon rose, the ‘Souvenir de la Malmaison’, a Queen of Beauty and Fragrance, thou hast no great extent
My love, be gentle
Within me lies a single heart
One that wilt forbear mine sight and desires
Bring me, once more bliss or bring me sorrow,
For if from thou, such art one in the same.