Saturday, November 14, 2015


The fickleness and sardonicism of love,
flies randomly about like a drunken dove.
Occasionally it lights upon an Ionian pillar
whose fluted crown serves as its pillow.
Whilst thereby bound, it may serve thee well
and save thee from slipping into the depths of hell!
Use it well while it is so docile
before this love becomes like a fossil...
Succomb to Love's greatest pleasure
and thee will experience highs without measure!
Show this love to the subject of thy desire
and find thyself consumed by its lovely fire.

mindbringer, 13 November 2015