Saturday, December 5, 2015

"Education" a poem




I pass in bliss your purple lip

And lisp a whisper in your ear

Ah my silly, loved adored

Ah my young one, dove amore


Ama daystar, dare you guess

How my God yourself is blessed

And filled with fire by one so small

I your angel, you my all.


How you break me like a seed

And blight the raven, scorn the weed

And punish every obstacle

Prune me prudish, make me small


And powerful, the utter thing

Till firmly framed my body sings

And pulsing power for your name

I teach your flesh to sing the same.

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



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