Glosse – by orpheus last chant

To see a lover’s eyes of mist
I trace the lines upon your brow
to read the bowline of your thought,
to see it wane or tense in fraught,
I glance upon your arching back
as in love we twine and twist.

As in love we twine and twist,
arduor takes its turn with languor
thousand sighs upon you bless,
thousand demons you possess.

I glance upon your arching back
curves in movement of a nature
stars in spheres can but amiss
neither gods can reminisce.

To see it wane or tense in fraught
our love, a weed of winterborn,
it bows its head to all mistreat
with bloom the summer will it greet.

To read the bowline of your thought
I seek its many messengers
the science of your smiles in turn
with colours of your storms I learn

I trace the lines upon your brow
of times that past between us,
what did they catch, when they were cast
kiss and laughter, first and last?

To see a lover’s eyes of mist
’tis privilege, delight and yearning
endless golden rays explode,
velvet whispers overflow

As in love we twine and twist
I glance upon your arching back,
to see it wane or tense in fraught
to read the bowline of your thought
I trace the lines upon your brow
to see a lover’s eyes of mist.

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