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poem
Art scribed by such a dark damsel delight me in thee
As if caught between this devil and the deep blue sea
I implore you transpond, I have no power over your song
Take me to places where I’d rather belong
Wrapped in your chiton frozen in your dreams
Your passages unpick the swaddling seams
As they drip unto me immersed in alembic nights
Sweetened even in fealty redeemed in folly, delights
Not accomplished am I, yet I sup on your sweet dew
Spilt from the palette as if brushed aside rancid hues
I lay drunk on your discard, on any copy you may choose
Lay me to waste henceforth by your lack of recuse
Spry offerings are your foreplay and wit is your troth
Gallantry your swagger and subtle splendor your host
Soporific sidings lay fallow from which you partake
Your tidal offerings, a wellspring, your deep pool, a lake
Hear me from the shallows from whence I do wait
Hit me between the eyes lest I drown in your wake
For you my muse, my wellspring, whom upon I rely
My lady of darkness, fixed starkness, and all as to…
