And in my vision
My restful slumber I beheld
The perfected qualities and so much more
Adorned in white and radiant beauty
As mirror clothed in matriarchal veil
The very best that a human could be
The best that I could do
The best of me
Hurdling towards my self like a comet
Complete with flowing tail
And unending heat
Not of a flame that is quenched by
Human hands
But The burning sensation of matrimony's sweet kiss
Eternal finality Of a kiss to end all other foreign affections
Standing with chin erect
Like the Pallas of Athena
A ceremony more historic than the old forgotten gods
More beatific than Minerva's genesis
More loving than Guinevere's penances
More lasting than the Bard's sentences
In that moment I felt afraid
If one can even tremble in a dream
Not for fear of loss but only fear of gain
When diamonds are bought
They sit secured in vaults of guarded steel
But how could I hide a thing that's nature would destroy to pieces the strongest safes and hardest keel
I left only to in reverence kneel
Am forced to in wakening
Say my dear my love keep me I pray
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
