Gothic
Amber Moon
Eyes like amber wine & tea, I drink deeply of their smokey charm.
The silk red velvet of her lips, Cupid's heart
I know well the pleasures they bring
Skin smooth and rosey, porcelain curves
Soft to the touch of My caress
Lucious hair raven black, the way I like it
Poet shirt unraveled, twins set free to My communion feast
Hidden treasures call 'round snuffled pleasures, dimpled Venus thrall
A kiss for all
how lovely is a burning tree
how lovely is a burning tree
how lovely is a burning tree
like the thoughts reminisced
at any particular time
burning from
within like a dwindling
candle
as gothic as the metal
gates..perhaps
sculpted statues
or plastered
yet unnamed
architectural members
i am not just a fantasy
memorialized
perhaps, New Jerusalem
is really just a protestant's
promise
(i like studying designs
and that's how
Emily Dickinson define
a particular cornice)
swords cannot be all
about Japanese kekkai
or the scenester living
a dream within a dream
in his or her subculture
humans do experience
epiphanies like
disciples that were
misrecalled in our
postmodern world
dustsceawung is something
to think about
when considering
that elan vital versus
Actus Purus
so come along;
travel with me in the
byways of timespace
while all our menacing
deeds we can still erase
unlike Hannah's deesis
similar to Sarai's deesis
and John's ilmestys
the rocks shall speak
in Luke
so, why can't we reread
the ultimate scrapbook