My Lady Waits

’Twixt trembling moss and ivy
my lady's stone awaits
among these palest sunless rows
a drug to raise her skirts
and dance with savage taunts
fine glories of the flesh
sheathed in darkest silk

Poor breathless child,
my frantic bee alights
to dream your perfume
your jewelled breasts and thighs
to sate this pain of love
beneath the yew's cracked heart

But while my weakness
feasts memory's tender spell
I mark your raven eyes
that blaze beyond
the secrets from our past
to fire cruel passion binding souls

As rain becomes our lips
and sky absorbs our hearts
beckoned by stale earth
together side-by-side
lives forsaken and surrendered
the only hope now left
one kiss from mistress death