Cologne of Poems
Talks and prose... Peotical writing
1. I'm in hell.
For hellish this feeling.
As am constantly chastised by your soft and supple body,
My muse is sprinting, for there's a rush of blood to my head,
I'm choked by the surrounding water, for I cannot breathe, the valley's too deep,
I never learned to swim,
My mouth incessantly screaming "save me",
But my heart says otherwise,
A perfume of love,
Drenching me in tears, of my own making,
Incapacitated I am,
Cursed I feel,
For I've fallen for an angel,
Who might not descend to my low gaze,
Brobdingnagian my courage, writing a poem to her,
Which she might not, muse....
2. LO UNTO
*Lo!* ```_Unto you_``` , who reignited, the stars around me. Made me leap into the air, and hover and hover. Feeling the clouds on the surface of my skin as they tingle and twitch, and my teeth grit in joy.
*Lo!* ```Unto you``` , who confused my thoughts and sickened my stomach at the very muse of you.
*Lo!* ```Unto you``` , who set me on the right path, rose me from the ashes, caressed my fore with oil, and attended to my wounds with virtual balms and bandages.
*Lo!* ```Unto you``` , for I despise that you gave me strength, hope, and made me trust in the nature of men, only to let me slip, when all I needed was you.
*Lo!* ```Unto you``` , clothed in mesmerizing gowns, with smell of musk, flowing hair, snow flakes as teeth, for embracing the wind and leaving me to feel.
*Lo!* ```Unto you``` , for “I shall hang"! “I shall hang”! I speak of since!