Hearth
I got lost,
In the nook betwixt thine breasts,
A hearth of tenderness,
Intimate affection.
The miles, crippling ordeal,
Lovemaking - sweet, surreal.
To lose thee - decidedly demise.
Oh, how, I miss thee,
Dearest love -
The raven mistress of my youth,
Ravishing as blooming trees,
Feisty, jocund as a doe,
Gentle as a gloaming breeze,
Lustful as embers below,
Pure as everlasting Truth.
Westbound passage to the Rim
- We shalt meet again, erelong,
Hold thee on my shoulder's brim,
In my arms caring and strong.
Black-pearl goddess, so seraphic,
Thou painted my world anew.
Too long hath it been amiss,
Too long hath it been askew.