Love, and Death in All
Let me, take you encore,
like, oft I once did.
Before, the coming of the dawn.
When unbridled passion’d split.....
The silence, of the night.
And the rhythmic, pounding .....
Was left to echo, in my head.
And, I have..... a love.
Of, all things slightly strange.
And an appetite, for their adventure.....
For who now sees my ring ?
And who, now feasts upon .....
My Nasci,
in all
it’s glory ?
Giajl © Jim Love