In a clearing we danced. An undulating tapestry of breasts and butts and cunts. Lost in a trance, we sweated and moaned under the searing eye of our arcane god.Whilst prone in the bushes, the butterfly collector coaxed his mushroom...
allegory
Little yellow trumpet,Defiant lest frost encroachesGarden whore, lemon strumpetNodding gaily, as spring approaches Narcissus, you vainly watchThrough my window – a looking glassIn your bed, she’s another notchSmiling petals, as bold as brass Betwixt the snowdops and the crocusYour amber...
Sweet Summer Rose
"Ode to a rose"
Sweet summer rose, surviving autumn frost, How come you hang on, when all the rest have lost? Why does your bloom linger so? You know it’s time to go. To spread your petals, Releasing your soul, lying where they settle. I...