Nurtured by winds of October Do some of us feel sold over? Now that rowans russet red And national feed the bird’s day Is here again; for them to be fed. Don’t we ourselves wish to stay?
Her face a velum of smiles That thrums across open water Glistens as a moth-moon, beguiles. “Snake charms” the earth under. And had he not kneaded straw With clay too see it build
For moments—need Beyond, your walls Circular emerald-motes You’ve dispatch doves. Throughout keyhole! Static, windows!! Their arrows take aim!!! Beyond ram—drawbridge.
What love is, is? A populous hunger A delusive thirst The abstinence of lust... What love wants is? Famishments of passion… Ones magnanimous! Choice of deceit: What love requires is?
