From behind the bushes, a lake
steals me. A steely gaze,
haste; the taste of poetry -
I'm read, turned red.
What prowess, your stillness,
quietude! A sparkling blade,
you shear me nude.
You watch from behind the bushes -
rude!
Still stalker, snake -
from behind the bushes, a lake
deals me a poem.
Unchaste!
Pink dawns and grey wait -
who knows the weight
of a lake?
The definite indefinite,
your deafening silence
and the blue behind the bushes -
always watching,
wallowing in my redness,
you shower deadness
and a vision bring:
love's coffin in the offing.
steals me. A steely gaze,
haste; the taste of poetry -
I'm read, turned red.
What prowess, your stillness,
quietude! A sparkling blade,
you shear me nude.
You watch from behind the bushes -
rude!
Still stalker, snake -
from behind the bushes, a lake
deals me a poem.
Unchaste!
Pink dawns and grey wait -
who knows the weight
of a lake?
The definite indefinite,
your deafening silence
and the blue behind the bushes -
always watching,
wallowing in my redness,
you shower deadness
and a vision bring:
love's coffin in the offing.
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