The conjugate of idolatry,
The alchemy of flame,
The Astarte of pure harlotry-
And nomenclature'd name.
The lode-stone of sly coquetry,
The compass-stone of hearth,
The balanced stoichiometry-
Broken waters of birth.
The Vestal of impurity,
The perfidy of shame-
My blood in you runs truer red;
This craving never tames.
Wow this one got me off guard. Thanks For your kind words about my poem, the living and the dead. Its been about 15 years since i wrote anything like this. Best wishes Dave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This beauty just has so much passion steming openly from the powers of the artist soul... So completely open and remarkably put out there for a total grasping of all the intricate complexities of that powerful love. Not any baby food here..... What an art form..... Jim Troy