i.

Her apparition with me
With me intertwined;
With me seeith
She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine.

ii.

Her specter is the atmosphere
Betwixt I cross on through;
The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking
For ourn amare is on the move.

iii.

We hath none shoe's
Ourn feet art bare and ****;
Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)