Sender's search for grain
Demeter's semester of scintillation
Of silverware
On the table
Dining for two
The reflection in the knives
Too?
A lonelier glare keeps her
In the view of my stare
When I find the deer among dragons
In the spectral leer
Head-full of facile fantasy
Mead in her brown glass
Blue blood-bad blood
Broken heart
Doe running
Easier in than out
A sprightly dash
Like burgundy brings a smile
Her garbed lipstick
Full of vamped veritaserum
With a mindful of cultured curiosity
I filter out her secrets
In the question of ad quorum
Of my justice
That is my fiction
That is my end
Of my imagination
Harboring my death
In the clasping hands
Of winsome women with schemes
So lithe
Feeling solace
In nothing but a heartbreak
Love is the rose
You just got to
Let it grow