Warm light,

pasted nights,

glistening upon the curved edged line,

of sight,

Nutmeg induced inflected irises,

Cast back Amphitrite falls,

Intertwining with one’s Lacrimal Papilla,

Chalk white, just might,

Performing the inevitable,

of being pale and transpare.

Oh how blanched and waxen it is,

to the oh bawling palette,

of becoming Eros.

Absorption to foe glaciers of shards,

Yet to be proclaimed, and Pro-named,

Over brimmed, over ribbed,

Laced with the optic nerves,

and the words, coming from thy lips.

Trellised, traced eyes,

somber upon the 1879’s sun,

Seemed within sight of the haze.

Masking and adjutants,

Beau’s many mandate’s,

In pursuit of luminary Proteus’ pulse.

Aether so fore-feel,

Reflecting minor memories,

Melting meanders merged.

Orpheus’ candour amorous,

Òil is pulled, sits on the unlit dermis,

Southern English, mellow tones,

Raised hands, moving chased,

Essence of hot stone,

And cold moans.