Goddess
(She Knows Not)
Alas
we are so far adrift
Lost
am I to consummate
In
this life, such lust
Clear
and true as the call to prayer
Evoking
highest calling.
Hunger
for the fruits of our love
Arduous
waiting abates it not
Deliberate
is my torment
Dire
are the consequences
Of
you, yet I muse.
Come
to me, Oh Goddess of Arts
Kiss
me, to damn us both.
Copyright A.Biggins/18.7.2011
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