POEM: Friday, August 3rd 2007

[pert -5]

Friday, August 3rd 2007
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Your soft gossamer hair
Spread tastefully upon my chest
Like a poisonous spider's web;
You arise to place your dagger smile
Into my ever-engrossing heart.
O Diane, wild one amongst the din.

How you take my eternally damned soul
And play it effortlessly between your fingers.
That man who awaits you when our night is over-
Do you haunt the hallow tree of his desire
As you do mine?
Huh Diane, beautiful slayer of my god?

This sweat of ours conjoins
Upon the field that is our bliss.
It traces the path of the fading
Spirit that is the destiny of our love;
A taste of paradise before we choke upon hell.
O Diane, angel of this mortal heaven...

May we meet again.