A White Deer, Crowned

I must fasten an hour of my thoughts to your lips I must hasten not a minute interlinked with your hips I must wade in the mire of my own, passion and drown I must awaken by your side a white deer, crowned. Sleep on a thrown - pillow on either side of my head Know my time its throes with one, has been well shed. I must away, one day fly, like a sooty old blackbird. And die without a word more to be written or heard. For every pearl has an ocean that was made-for-rest Now I have loved you, near and far, I am much blessed My heart aches for the ashes of a dark scolding spark. My soul awaits your kisses to sing like a meadowlark. I am soliciting an early taste of your forbidden love. I am cooing verses in the hope of a forever hereof. Sated lust, every feather, lies plucked at the breast- If-mine or any other is to find some sort-of-eternal rest.