tarsons hog the blessed spine

of eon timbers taut and pine

eager neither comes to take

mount me in the Heaven lake



stick it in the pleasure pie

fill my box with tender eyes

neither can you come to find

nor fall out with a tampered sigh



neither can you find me

nor can i find thy

we clash our swords

then mount together

in the amber by-and-by



i used to have a handsome guy

musseled as the river bed

but he left like all the rest

for all i care he’s dead


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/28/2014