Bucolic Stories

Dare I unfurl the banner of my desires Across stubble fields and barren moor Or drag it through dew heavy meadows To hide beneath a willow's curtain, weeping? Should I barefoot and pregnant of expectation Induce grass spears to caress my skin Or dip them in the sparkling flow For minnows to feast upon my need? Might I unravel the beeswax square That burnished key reveal Sacred and sanctified with acid tears Yowled in angu...