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.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
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.
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