
Axletrees of Rain
Ives Wittman
Were you a queen
of my own mind? A play
that cast
Oceans aside music
under sea,
Burning all
day
Our hearts of rock
and stone
striking their tunes
in sweet melodies
Of divinity
The cost an agony
of affections I pay
or
So we say
in the
shadow springs...
All is
fair in the trickery
of love and
War
The tender trap set forth,
from the act
I veered
To answer the
call of a
Smoky
dark bounty
From dangers, too,
shot down from
ruins
that cracked the
Delicacy
of
the sky
To descend
the waterstair
of a soul,
a wicked black
Of luxuriant cocks
and voluptuous breasts
accost the hole,
a lust filled with
howling
moons
your scent reeks
From a sensuous slit
Money in fur
your soul innocence
she sweats
a lush
salt reveal,
I come to see through
the hurt locker of her desire
Exquisite blue nails,
And steely elegant
eyes appeal
a steaminess
I surrender
to inhale through
arteries and veins
of pleasure and
pain
once more, a false trail or real?
an utter
stranger
I am on open plains,
a lion
licks his tongue
underneath
the pile
on fallen
Paws of dust, at war with sleep
Tails of trembling art for death
a killing smile
must.

