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I
n The Sancturial Mazes of Love



In the morning still,

The earth is fertile-rich,

Sprigs of moss touching dawn,

The rose pink harvest of dawn,

The mellowness of a meditation,

Love Jupiterian!

Love like light on water!

Love pouring down into ecstasy!

Marks the first perfection of the symbol-dawn,

You are heavy also...

Yellow, blue, red-flecked white,

Revealed functions of the basket-flesh woven,

The blue-red flames of the holy guardian-angel,

The mystery is complete around the ornamental sun,

The hanged moon,

And the neck of gold reflections,


The white skin

flecked with gold,

the naked skin, flecked

with

tears,

the stretched,

       the equal hearts,

broken

clean...
VENUS OF A THOUSAND FIELDS

BLUSHED SPHERES OF EMERALD JOY,

IN THE HOUSE

OF BLOOD WE SING!

ALCHEMICAL EARTH-LOVE WATER-LOVE & EYES OF

IRIDESCENCE IN THE GREEN LOTUS

and there is the barren sun illumined among the

       flying specks of gold

             and i would spend them in the air...


THE WHITE SKIN

FLECKED WITH GOLD,  THE NAKED SKIN,  FLECKED,

WITH TEARS,  STRETCHED,  the equal hearts

       broken

             clean...


- Michael Warren Eliseuson