Classic Dark
Many a fortnight
I’d delved deepest.
She die some and
pride goeth.
Classic dark o’er
bed of roses.
Mine soul controller.
She full of grace, and time
when Matron suspect…
I advantage maiden.
She’d suffer me, a poet.
The vigor quench
Hers present tension.
Sex is violent.
Wasn’t sudden build up.
I’m just villain.
Threadbare wear
and candles besides. G ©
Good Steward
Mine weighty sum
muddy water run aground.
She ceremonial dress.
Inner thigh wolven.
Well settled
the little room.
The bed and table
and books.
Immerse in poetry.
End game clumsy
and telling.
Turn of century
bogeyman.
Back stairway strange.
I am quoted horror.
Mine overture tight quarters. G ©
Heaven
I Milo I’ve taken to page.
Pride and posterity.
The fall quite hard.
Constant conflagration.
Grand Tower.
Bottles broken.
Windows.
Sundry creature.
Enlarged heart
since with the drinking.
Tell her I go build a place
in heaven.
How so when she’s everywhere
and nowhere?
Some years
and odd years.
Melancholy long on.
Once all things to be envied.
Dream border hallucination.
troubling as man and caravan.
Spook and siren.
Vamp is fixture.
I Go create a place in Heaven. G ©
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