So listen

my slippery pulse purring temptress

chantress of vespertine whispers

of skin sung vibrato 

that moon heats my temper

of frenetic breath stealing cantatas

that tongue tease

through lip tooled tortures

the flames of flesh fires raging




to the soul blood rising

releasing the final

primal passions

and watch

that this blazing shield

of auroral vestures

of sheer scarlet veils

steaming in the ethereal wind

shimmering with Apollonian light

may be your answer.



Jrm - October 1987