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1. Kneading With Honey

O never a breath to hold me
Silent is the unstrung harps (in play)
The laying of wedding sheets down
Envy the masters of my passions

Shape me,
I am as wet as a widow's eye
A youth before my sight
Lays naked through this earth

So with nature's gentle bosoms forgot
Our age like winters bare
Sisters, brothers of heavenly touch
Flatter to passing fairs

Gather their scarlet ornaments
As passions likewise lent me
Put a curse upon our bones
And indeed beneath the shoulders

Crossing the running rivers
The oak tree stands withered these years
I am naked here to suckle from nature
And shade from males obscenity

I dance the sickles hour

O how like glorys calm me
Its kindness, reads my eyes
Hence these years
Yet us then rejoice hereafter

Notorious brides of scorn
Decorate them with awe
Bekiss the discord breed
And tend to its virginity

Feed the invert with decay
For its humour shines kindly

2. My Oceans Vast

The fear, passing faith, death upon my knees
The tears from your eyes, shadows that sign

I hold the earth within my hands,
O take the beauty that glimpsed you first
Thrash the world within your shores
It's in your arms that I die

Turn your eyes towards my sympathy
O be my thoughts to dance the earth with me
Take my hand as if it was yours and see
The glimpse of dreams your oceans bring

I hold the earth within my hands
O take the beauty that glimpsed you first
Thrash the world within your shores
It's in your arms that I die

Hold on to me all beauty is prospered in you
Your envy has poisoned the hearts of many
O of many, my oceans vast, I pour in you

For love I have journeyed a thousand times
Even upon the backs of many have I drowned
Here in your arms I would steal from fear
Suffer with me now and I might fright the world

3. The Touch Of A Crown

The grief that lies bleeding in me
No less in pity than in glory
O creatures that are dearest to me...
...put on your crowns

I look into the sky and dream of oceans that are vast
O go to them, it is the vow of mine...
...danger lies ahead

With you my sensual queen of natural conception
That your hands find the eiderdown hard
Body of heavenly picture and flower
It is you that holds the secret to all our worlds

Of all your pleasures, beauty, that I taste
So true in bondage that I fresh the mind
O free my lungs that others of thought forbid
My soul has but ached,
But still I am all that's left of you

Sit my lover, upon your throne
If chains are of words, my heart is worn
O shall the voices be as pleasing as forever
And forever naked I stand amongst you

The grief that lies bleeding in me
No less in pity than in glory
O creatures that are dearest to me...
...I search in doubt

Honour, honour that I feel
I am no more worthy that I am human
Let your tongue lesh me...
...and rain, yes it shall rain

I am yours forever

4. Carve Me In Sand

Such are lovers more than grace can seem
The pictures of the immaculate
Even their heaven bows to this earth

The fairest, beautiful and withered
Not even nature's own shapes can imagine
Shameless and splendid with youth
The winds now blow with feathers
And tomorrow I wer them

How the trees bow to subtlety
And eden has fathered their souls
Savour the nights for rain
Your impetus has left me shapeless
Beat the passion and carve me in sand

Wondrous skills, fountains of the tomorrow
A journey for dead lovers as even grief was sorry
My smiles leap through the ashes (and touching with pain)
I touch with pain
Such a poetry I have answered desire
And as ever the innocent sleep within
Temptation lays to beating hands

5. Summer For The Dames

Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry
Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired
As labouring claims those golden hairs
Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures
Do lend a breast to gaze upon
Have in summers past all pleasures
Or be them winded in my forehead (fill your dowry needs)
Sleepless (the sound of crashing waves)
Make thyself aroused to a flood of tears
In streaks of day, when owls do cry
And fables tread the primrose path
All that bares in fruit
Sits under the bough that blossoms
Coral lips with a pleasing tale
Touches as a flower with frost
Have like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spoke

Harrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeast
Endeaver thyself as a whore
Then I'll take towards no pity
O sweet dames like infants of the spring

6. God Send

With grace my mother can you play the harp
Like an angel to a saint
I feel so lonely the loved falling far from grasp

Dei gratia,
heal the wounds that cut so deep
To never cease feeling such misery, so real
To utter with a lisp, so subtle
Ab initio ad finem

I kiss your forehead
You clasp to my palms
The uterus from which gave birth
Stares withered and sopine
Hide the cries you so hear
Stripping you so naked
Wipe the sweat from your brow
Weeping to a given drought

The shrouding of the light
Death is your god send
Upon your final breath the skin upon my arm rigours
Deus misereatur de profundis quantum libet
Taedium vitae esto perpetua

7. Of Acorns That Gather

In graceful dance of ever, as fountains have towered above me
The days of celebration and that of the foul lake
Fathers of the knell...
...burn up the sun

And pluck me from my ripeness
As passion dies
As love itself has failed
And unto the earth we thrive
Of acorns that gather and cradle to kindest of ears
Even they are judged to a wintertide...
...judged by sorrow days

Through windows of sunken eyes
As time leads our summer's on
Nothing but idle tales...
...and flowers yet to be fair

Make the berries glutton with awe
Borrowed tears like a troubled ocean, thorns
Of earth's delight
Gathered like spreading fields for a fallow year
Deflower for love is a fever...
...and I swear from time...
...I even pity beauty itself

8. Meadows

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