A pink bellflower dangling on her strap <br />shouldering pain, blue veins strangling <br />the seeds of desire it's Queen heart <br />conspiring for power and gain <br />befitting as the drones die caught <br />in the hem of her gold and emerald attire. <br /> <br />Mon Amant De La Mer, <br /> <br />Your days are martyred in my trust <br />singing my glories to the wind and sea <br />and the cold creatures that lurk below <br />the smooth fluid crust do they also share <br />in your world, in our wilderness of lust? <br />In your folly what have you decreed <br />as the months and years advance <br />and with what treasures will you court <br />your queen in the turbulence of your act? <br />And what great victory shall you stage <br />behind the curtain of carnal pleasure <br />with incessant ship wrecks and delays <br />I still await you as you loiter at your ease. <br /> <br />Loquacious<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pink-bellflower-love-letters-written-by-a-lady-of-renown/
