Fair Love's Trial
Thy weave, of comfort.
Thy hollow body caressing, my very being.
Turning splendid waves of rhythmic paradise
among my lunar crescent shaft.
Wean of Mother induced nurture,
temptation O' so sweet.
Perfume gathered dew of bodily fluids,
drift among sensitive sand into sea.
O' so beckoning,
O' so yearning.
Felted satin of dye,
mixing its rain of color upon my face.
Drowning layers of aqua marine gather amidst
the prism of understanding.
Lifted incense of fog divide
the realm of reality and spirituality.
O' Fair love's trial,
of one's true love denial.
O' The beckoning,
Of blissful Awakening.
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