a rose by the hour
floral shower
florid stain

the waxy lip
(incarnadine)
blooms for the sweet
and fragant touch

of
that young lily

iced and white
with blushed insides
and forbidden
fruit.

there is a timeless tale
within those pearls
within that smile

of youth

pulchritude

purity.

there is a quintessential
romance
beneath that lust
(that noisome desire)

heart beating and breaking
and pulsating and

suffocating

the light from the room
and the gold from the sun
and the bud
from her mother.

dulcet petal
browned
and grotesque
posioned by
romantic unrest
yet


a rose by the hour

floral shower

florid

stain.

I change for you
Like the rose bud blooms.
Like the sea sways and sings
To the sweet moon.

And the light of the sky,
the life
the warmth
cant compare to
the itch in my spine.

The freeze in my fingertips
The rhythm
The dance of my core.
When you linger relentlessly

And natures hymn (relentless)
Paints the soft and sugar motion
Of wood nymphs and faeries
Mystic yet familiar.

You are the fantasy
The myth
The blind blind faith.

You are the sun
And the stars
And all of the above.

on a moonlight tryst
       i gave you my all,
       branches bending and bowing
       to Gaea.
       and her lover of the north-wind.
  
oh, autumn,
make me bare,
make me starve
          warm me, delight me.
love me thrice in the tenebrous
corners of the fairyland and bee hive.
                  
    the ichor rains down on us
  and gifts us wine for our roots
and un sospiro for our souls.

let’s dance all night,
         with a zephyr through our leaves,
         the inferno overlooked.

i will love you in winter,
with your polar spines and
bared back blues.

i will love you in spring,
in the whispers of Renaissance.
where youth awakens
in the sweet song of Helios’ new born.

and i will love you all the rest,
     as God wrote you just for me,
     a sonnet of youth and pulchritude
     a sonnet for the millennium,
     i will treasure for
     infinity.

your light is different,
than the blush
of tangerine summer
and crystal lakes
and Neptune dreams.

glowing, gliding
liquid metal
boyhood and yellowed
nostalgia

built from the bones
of shattered youth
and you
and you
and i,

and i have always known you,
in the bluest of blues
and treacle nights.

i have always felt you,
above and below.

in the empyrean
amongst the wood nymphs
(the green ghost lingering)
within the fairyland,
the sweet and poison reverie.

you are the one truth,
the warmest flame-
the crescent moon-

you are the only...

until i forget myself again.