Portals – April 1
By craig2
Raven, daughter of dark moon, sister to all courtesans, muse. I anticipate you druidess as I await the coming of spring, new green sap in my veins, delicious caress of tan thighs. Grant me an audience, the words,to celebrate our vernal equinox. Perch your purple velvet locks on this granite bust of Pound - though you roost in the Louvre of gestures, trample these pungent wintered senses with Poe and a dream. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 03:42 AM PST 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Raven, daughter of dark moon,..."