Her soul aches for the last spring laughter
Her black pearl orbs are staring beyond the mind
to a heart of glass, shattering ice
as teeth cut through a scolded clementine
Under the smiling moon from which stars dangle
She is clothed in flames, a beatific smile
Watched over with sad eyes, wise
she lost love long ago.
She sits in a throne in the fortress of lies
in her pink peach palm, a blue velvet crow dies
She has many soldiers, and they lay down their swords
but only so many tears of blood, can men afford
Bitter kisses on her black serpent’s tongue
Silver spurs, they go on for her
Turning tides, pirates ride the racing white horses
to sandy dunes, drowning in summer wine,
and all for her
Where the queen of hearts waits, sand slipping through her fingers
for the sea thieves who once stole her heart
(24th April 2013)
