Sub Rosa

The scene arranges itself

Like a cherub heavy breathing, in a rage,

Ripping away a cottony cloud.

An increasing madness shimmers,

Held pendentive, simmers back,

Is hung,

And as fast vanishes;

She keeps her head erected, meditated

In such softly spiraling hair, fair glimmerers...

Open the luminous mind of your third-eye enchanted,

everything you've seen and understood-

They would say to you: "leave us your wishes-

'luctor et emergo,'

"Leave us your dreams, and fire..."

The subterranean rose that holds infinity

Makes all the Heavens weep,

Makes them want to die.

The beaters of your heart are knavish;

Their power of mastering ambulant passages of true effulgence,

True tri-powered light

like the apotelesma of Sirius

Inara;

I am shining on your light, born of fire;

ambush of atmosphere.

Always I think of your eyes

seeking the captive throne

behind the veil;

Within your sunrise silhouette,

beckoning for better things,

Summoning your fantasies sed non satiata,

Lusting for jagged fashion in her enterings.

I feel them lustre in nocturnal silk,

And I know this is how your body tastes,

My dark goddess,

How your sensual form embraces me,

Seducing my lips to kiss your abdomen,

Here,

on your sweet rondure,

'lux aeterna' dreams and endless shores

in the reflection of your eyes on mine;

And I'm breathlessly weak by soft vision,

Reflecting the sun’s radiant meira.

Your eyes: I love to watch them watch ephemeral beauty from balance

And sure death.

The Poetic- once and for all;

because

soon the cerulean ceiling of Heaven will fall,

But your beauty, as my Muse, will keep my words

Cascading with the waters of your constellation,

Until all the best has fallen,

and we all become crest-fallen.