Rest in Dewy Bliss and Sacred Blunder

Rest in dewy bliss and Sacred blunder,
Couched upon a velvet box of tinder,
Unaware of Love's cage torn assunder.
In sensual smoke we writhe, and kiss, and heal.
Seal the bond and lay down roots in bondage.
The touch of flesh our communion; mine yours,
Yours mine. The deeper we can go in ex-
Position, wider shoot our buds in com-
Petition. Canopy of solid def-
Inition, occluding tarnished flowers.

The Hogwatch marches on the shady floor
Below, and watches lest we go to war.
Clawing tongues before they speak too loudly.
Colourless green ideas sleep furiously.