(((dream on, Marishka, within your sleep)))
your figure describes joy embraced
by pillows carelessly tossed in bliss,
the twisted sheets you lay upon
have shaded your nakedness...
we've surrendered to each other
given all that we have known
only to return again and again
to regain that which we have sown.
have I not untied your mysteries
one-thousand illusions or more,
each discovery bringing us closer
to the love of our opened door...
we pant and we rant
but yet we can't dispel
this fire burning within
(why do they call it Hell?)
***
your figure describes joy embraced
by pillows carelessly tossed in bliss,
the twisted sheets you lay upon
have shaded your nakedness...
we've surrendered to each other
given all that we have known
only to return again and again
to regain that which we have sown.
have I not untied your mysteries
one-thousand illusions or more,
each discovery bringing us closer
to the love of our opened door...
we pant and we rant
but yet we can't dispel
this fire burning within
(why do they call it Hell?)
***
cecil
