In a halcyon disquietwithin a misty Garden.
I touch you like a desert
to be agreeable alone;
Without water or food
but infinite sparkling wine
and only a shadowy cloud
of embraceable rain
as tears disguising
For a Halloween;
I hear your storm as a lion
seeking a cessation
to an embedded pain;
Ominously beautiful:
The lioness craving
more than a belly full
of emotional passion,
no more scraps off a table
even from The King
and take her full fill,
ignoring the bleeding
fast beating
Broken heart dreaming :
She's ready to kill
for the liberated soul:
Silent, awakened nature call
instinctively screaming
a strength of will
Stretching,,,a climax
content and pleasurable...
Satisfied at last.
