Eye and Apple.
The lust of life, a lore of pound.
In their ocean, I swim to be land bound.
The red of rad, the rapture of Her ruling mound.
The spill of word to world wild, a hot and sensual sound.
I shall dance to the end of ball and band, the love, so perfectly round.
To choose only Her life ladder, a lost and rare lavender, the color of crowned.
In leap of snow and dove, I shall shovel away the fairy frost from the flaming ground.
In pain of Her sweet, the sour of Her sad, all the wet of merry mad in night of howling hound.
The lust of life, a lore of pound.
In their ocean, I swim to be land bound.
The red of rad, the rapture of Her ruling mound.
The spill of word to world wild, a hot and sensual sound.
I shall dance to the end of ball and band, the love, so perfectly round.
To choose only Her life ladder, a lost and rare lavender, the color of crowned.
In leap of snow and dove, I shall shovel away the fairy frost from the flaming ground.
In pain of Her sweet, the sour of Her sad, all the wet of merry mad in night of howling hound.