MELODIES OF A SWAIN
Rumbling skies, shattering hearts,
Raging tempests, falling beeches.
A veil of near-gloom cast
Over a rain-sodden earth.
Now is the reign of the elements.
March winds, May flowers,
June showers. July springs
Madness so sweet from
The bosom of a matted-haired stripling.
Heaven’s breath, a gust, seething
Like the howling of roving souls, strikes
Hot a forked heart.
A pleasurable sting, savouring sweet
Of nostalgia, as of Narcissus’ nectar.
Love-spume, like thick beer froth,
Rises atop the surging waters
Of my spirit.
Flaccid breasts, against my woozy
Head, brush, hard
Yet soft and comforting
As Sister Delilah’s laps
A flash of adrenaline sparks
Sophia proffers such glorious relief.
Upon this bed of rose shall
I, hence, recline, to wallow
In this mire of sweet ecstasy,
Waiting till the veiled bride
With the dazzling path
Converge in holy matrimony.