Poems from forthemayqueen
Pour he the taste of charlatans
To malice my impeccable restrain.
My interstice of perception is as the dove at dusk,
But halted in terms...
The preceptor is the bearer to lessen
My confession,
And the aggressive recollection
That reigns so freely
Competes with the virtuous...
Now forever in solitude,
You were quondam a token of grace.
Roaming the ford of the celestial stream
And belonging in my immaculate...
Your swelling heart with rhythmic
Circumstances seemed to disenchant
Its own vigour.
It augured its demise
Though it was conscious of my...
The sun serves you,
And offers a piece of its shame.
The sea is enslaved,
And sacrifices it's wonder in your name.
The sky is your thrall...