Our nest could hold silk stars

Handsome Mage
Awaken
In the swim of your skin
Deep abreasted
A tower dawned with lightning
My swans wing
And you swimming
The delved crescents of your breast
A league skimmed proper above the rest
You and I
His classic hair
Streaming knowledge
Where like a muse it would wash you
And now as a suitor
She courts you
Clasped
In the rug of her love
For her winding mind knows the quarrying folly of untamed youth
Like a new stream
Your childe in the summer of the drought
Yet she dotes on his old brow
Pressed hot lips on the hearts of his toes
Recites in moon flooded groves the prose of his choice
Like a voice
She travels in love
Hooded by the stream of Pan
Then the morn and scimitar rain
And pain on your bruised lips
Tender and warm
Our gauntlet smoothly sails our sea of dreams
Pillowing our sleepy bodies
Silent in the noise of the night
Loud in the night of silence
We snuggle and vibrate
Entwined like the vine
And warm, we laugh
But tender and with limbs light and subtle
Through the eternal washing in the spring of wisdom
The plateau of peace
And to nestle
Under the warm immense beard of my master

Dawn storm

Silent workings of the dawn
My self made lawn
All suddenly
With a faint breath of music
Which ev’n then
Filled out its voice
And died away again
Oh black day
All you give to me
Are your wild ways
When you're the love of my life
And when you gorge me with a knife
Oh god I'm blue
Ah all the love in the world couldn't satisfy you darlin'
Just like the brazen night
Of idleness in groves Elysian
Nor do we merely feel these essences
Just like the faulty day
For one short hour
Even as the trees
That whisper round a temple
Dear as the temple’s self
And gather up all fanciful affections
Just not enough though
For thee to tumble into the naiads’ dwelling
Into Elysium
Vieing to rehearse and again
Each one his own anticipated bliss
Not enough
One felt heart
Certain that he could not miss
His quick gone love
Among fair blossom’d boughs
Where every zephyr sigh pouts and endows
Her lips with music for the welcoming
Another wish mid that eternal spring
So does the moon
Glories infinite
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls
Whether there be shine
Or gloom o’ercast
They alway must be with us
Or we die
Hear us, O satyr king!
And I'm like a child in the sand once again

She said my name's the liquid poetess

It can only be reached through the heart
The outer eyes cannot behold it
Nor the inner eye of the soul
Only the eye of spirit
The eye of the heart
Can see in the dark light
Emanating from itself
As the centre of all centres
Neither in the outer world
Nor in the inner
And yet the core of both
Neither light
Nor its absence
Neither full
Nor empty
Timeless
Spaceless
And yet eternally omnipresent
At each point
In time and space
How can I ever find
My way back home
To that placeless place
From which I sprang?
'I' cannot
Knot
Not!

Our wonderful brown-skin man!
Shhh.. come hither little one

Come sit on my ego
You'll be safe there
There there
I'll be gentle I promise
Who whispers him so pantingly and close?
His sweet sister of all those
His friend, her dear
Hushing signs she made
And breath’d a sister’s sorrow to persuade
Her eloquence did breathe away the curse
She led him like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams
Along a path between two little streams
Guarding his forehead as he slumbers in her lap
Down some lonesome path
Her black swan king
Their footsteps slow
A dark stripe across their sky
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky

Lush, mournful gardens bow as they pass

They weep for their endured pain
She guides him through the water straight
Towards a bowery island opposite
By many a summer’s silent fingers
To her cool bosom she would bring
And minstrel memories of times gone by
Who from Olympus watch our destinies?
Whence came that high perfection of their many lives?
Leaving
In naked comeliness
Unshaded

A cultured man with rings
Within his ear-lobes
With shadows on his cheek bone

Bronzed firm
Kingly calves
And orbed brow
Smooth cheeks
'lectric eyes

Poets of the skies
Look long and hard

I know not how he came to be
With such a paradise of lips and kisses

And yea I do wanna lay my lips on your explosive mouth
Half smiles
And faintest sighs

A slight nod

Ah huh

Mmmmm
That, when I think thereon
My spirit clings
And plays about its fancy
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases
It will never
Pass into nothingness
But still will keep
A bower quiet for us
And a sleep 

Once upon the seas of Abyssinia?

There there, right there...