I can't find the original of this, but I sent this to myself as an edit of a poem by Pandora. Again I do not hold myself in such high regard, so much as I like to find my own clarity in a project, and sometimes I see great stuff and bad stuff in the same piece of work. A rewrite is my humble attempt to work that out, and is seldom worthy of the original. I posted this to myself in late March 2012
Lavish Dreams...His Icon
(based on the original by Pandora)
Goodnight he said, have lavish dreaming
his unknown voice, afar, was screaming,
embedded in my fantasy mind,
a coded sign he left me to find
With disheveled thoughts my senses seized
enshrined, a living tomb of Hades,
an earthly poet has now beckoned me
dare he sing to me poetically?
Blue sleep silks in crumpled disarray
persona and shadow Jung their way,
throbs of light filter a slumber by night
mask stripped bare, silent is my knight
An ardent kiss imprinted on hungry lips
a suavia, gently moving, touching hips,
binding together, a soft mystical caress
dream awake, hidden wishes to express
Agape feast to break an enchanted spell
oil light burning, eyes heavy, another hell,
a feather touch, both sacred and profane
he's stolen the key from my châtelaine
A golden bell and a pomegranate seed
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