Emily Green by the River

Silhouette wedded passion taken in vein when tears fell sweeter than midsummer rain andbouquets wilted preternatural sleep while beauty slept of colours ridden deep; maladies of love sharpened and slow, righteously strung like Cupid's bow when his arrows hungered my flesh in a blinding flare of passion at best, embroidered by the river where she appeared as passion spoke vehement and seared, arising in eloquence that removed the dross when love came from the ashes of my loss; a flood of compulsion in the thick, clinging dust tempered lit desire in thy weapons of lust, falling in-love without scruple or silent regret by the river in the amorous lunar aspect, from pleasure that derives from my pain, serving will to snuff miracles falling like rain; sitting languid yet refreshed and left inside, embraced in her spellbinding eyes descried; kissing in the dead of night and frozen sin, smitten by hervirtuous beautyfrom within; renouncing my love, igniting passion's flame deep of the promise in my eyes she came, breathing the life of a feeling never-born from a burning rasp spat beautiful in form, pouring lovelorn kisses in a cosmic shiver, sitting with Emily Green by the river. Emily Johanna Green. (2008)