C O U P L E T S

There is a woman with keys to life hidden beneath her palms, that only a man of tender care can unveil in the season of his holding.

LmL

She has tasted
Elegy
In her adornment

Plumpness masks the
Starvation
In her lips

Inheritance in her
Word
Reveals sweetness

Elemental it flushes
Outward
To pacify man

Who rebels at the
Restrictions
That scourge mankind

She becomes his
Creature
Owing to principle

Unnumbered in
Prescription
He is fulfilled

On his knees he
Stands
Deferring her art

To prove that
Technique
Is a loose robe

Asking to be
Released
From all ties

He demonstrates the
Difference
Between silk and skin

Through raising his
Hands
In the mist

To help her
Discover
Depths of obscurity

That lightness of
Touch
Honors like thunder

Clouds painting upon
Tissued
Skies in glorified
Song

Be my chronicle
His
Eyes implore

Gently touching his
Fingertips
She finds December

Falling from the
Snow
In her heart

She has become
Summer
Just after falling

Into his body
Where
Skin becomes

The pleasure of
Glittering
Pain

The sceptre of
Grecian
Mythos

The silk of
Canonized
Art

Awakening to his
Heroic
Couplets

She drinks the
Sensuality
From his flesh

The Martyrdom of
Antiquity
Softens their faces

As tomorrow’s staves
Constructs
Love of memories Sapphire