Still I sat
Closing my eyes
With a smile inside
For it was you
So close to me
Orchid on my mind
A new time
To yoke
So that my eyes
Were your being
And the reach
Of your touch
Was the work
That I could do.
Tag: yoke
Lords Divine (day 1081)
For goodness – not –
Shall Lords divine.
Sweet melon nectar
Explicit: intertwine.
An eagle soars
With lengthy hearth
An eagle burns
As Pharaoh’s earth.
River’s dry
– A cracking grain –
To whither: dead,
Our fathers bane.
Of golden green
‘Twixt slender pains
Yell “Willow’s mixture”
Betrayal’s feign.
Yet heard – unspoke –
Gripped the sword
– A childless yoke –
Divine hoard.