Alcove Of Innocency Poem by james watkin

A-flush with an all-round sweetness.
Fresh, of fairest vibrancy.
Of light itself an emanation!
Alcove of Innocency.

I only see children therein.
Dribblings of dainty mouthings.
Stained, but for wholesomeness; for what
Mandarine-benignness swings.

Under what conforms, grotesque-weighed
Unruly for these growths in
A sinful fruitage, misshapened, black
With thorough putrifying

Twill collapse. When tastes, as loathesome
Have grown up beside it.
Extended of tongue, wetly, hot.
Juicily vile; in whisk's fit.