Poems from forthemayqueen
Praise those forested eyes
As I long to climb the most.
My tides mirror the perfect size
Tenderly touching the coast.
Bitter mournings...
With pansies of mourning delight
And posies shaded bright,
Waning souls convene the last.
For our mother of ebony sight,
The mistress of...
Where bramble emotion doth grow,
It shall dwell betwixt my lone.
Whose sedated strife sprouted with woe
Forsook the rich of thy loam.
...
The coals of my forging love
Smolder your fortified lips.
But the fool whose refuge commends the dove,
Besought conceit to our fellowship...
I am in the temple of your dark divine
With no strategy or guidance.
I am in the shadow of my own intent,
And the absence of...