Her Love's Secret
In the field my eyes both upon her lay,
delicious sight for which I yearn and pray.
A heart that beats and grows from the earth,
from a stem like flower’s morning birth.
Oh, such majesty must be from beauty’s crown,
Her body draped within the light’s molded gown.
Bleating aloud the song of her living boon,
with its truth veiled behind a sweet secret tune.
Blood streams like water flowing down young thorny chest,
I cry from thirst and feed upon her bulging breast.
My feet dig deep, piercing molten dirt’s scolding core,
Yet, her warmth is so much hotter; I BEG FOR MORE.
Lusting and loving both together live in muddled ground,
No moment I resist, as my heart like hers is bound.
The roots tangle my body and squeeze out choking breath,
And I finally realize as I’m dragged below;
such love be my death.
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