Fluent liqueur, or so I be drugged,
Beating chants of ancient rune,
Blessed wings to light my wish,
To lock in chains our tangled fortune.

When jewels be spilled into raining bliss
Or crystal frost of halcyon sea,
Roaming green in sweeping spring,
Dripping breeze, melting a flask of childish glee,
Sprinkling the day
On a sunny sheet with picnic and tea.
Yet it strikes me dull, dizziness inhaled,
Skirt in waves be pressed by thee,
Giggling smile in forceful tricks,
Then be dazzled by your tender grip, tickling me
As pen to squeeze a stroke of tease,
Words without ink, drawing a realm of simple harmony.
And so it sheds
Dream as true with a spray of honey,
Sands of gold under sapphire glow,
Marble pillars be soften in a nymphet’s melody,
So, with every step
To bind our hearts in flight of fantasy.

If I may…
A tap to light a flaming spark,
Wrapped in silence, all breath distilled,
To seal in depth a burning mark,
Poison in vein, paradise addicted,
Or so it spills, by songs of the lark,
Surrounded, in fire and ice,
A drop to vindicate all shadowing dark.

2006/3/10