Axletrees of Rain

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.