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Hallucinating through thick eyes of juniper,

as blushes of heather disgrace your nose.

Thick velvet gloves that reflect dark puddles

as an army drowns in ruby guts and crocus.

Tundra of stars with fallen faces,

thistles like stools to sit at the moat.

Cutting travellers lost in nightshade,

playing minuetto upon jewelled throat.

Old hearts locked in snow cabinets.

Naked and dressed in latex,

and sleighing over antique brooks,

a marble sky fits cold emerald boots.

A silverthrone, the unbridled moan,

the forest covered in owls.

I found a slipper bitter with clover

and trailed you through the air..

To daybreak and dawn.

and shivering June..

I await thee under dewlaps,

the secretive muse, Diana...

The plains strip boundaries

and so you

repose to thoughts of Imperial Rome,

where children would hand you laurels in bloom,

and poets in a void would see you at dusk.

All now is your dead image,

the unicursal hexagram,

As hawks sip from gilded hands,

meadow larks kiss in the nearby meadow.

To a rotting corpse filled with maggots and diamonds,

a thicket framed by clasping pools of rain,

and the drafty window sill of the nearby farmer,

where owls suck on moths.

These owls are your fluttering sentinels.

No frost can puncture your figure,

No daylight can starch your pale cheeks.

Prattles of Christians

Nodes of sun

Nothing can less sweeten Diana s repose.

Diana..

Aba Abraxas, words said so soon!

Letting stars light paths

through haunted quays

and wooded realms.

To a castle where

emperor owls

nip your cheeks

and poltergeist..

guard the elms!

Now that I have taught you solitude,

and you have stared past my eyes to

obese tits, reflecting the sound of oboes.

With a milk white body trapped under ice

whose costume shooting black jet is dragged,

across the sleet.. for me..

You must remember the aristocrats image,

and asunder the king of Transylvania,

Vlad Dracul!