On Romance #105.2

With white clouds surrounding clear blue eyes
sensations abounding giving rise to desires
a gracious letter written within rose petals thorns
the pain always makes things feel bloody cold

your words drip now thick and red pooling deep
better ones have deserted the castle you draw down
upon yourself among your admirers multi talented
who journeyed long and far, for just a glimpse

A passing monarch with a continent of flight before
no pause to belong but beauty to adorn a crown jewel
their young hearts beat as wings that flutter those fly's 
the hangars full there's no place for evening wear

a closet whose shelves are crying of bursting sweetly
friends giggling as if notes were passed to and fro
nightshades having no where they may go to grow
still the seeds scatter themselves across your path

Yearning to be the one whose head you step down on
the one who can give till hurt explodes showering scent
that oily odor of something indescribable none can forget
tasted with salt on the spray coming off the crashing shore

none ever really knowing it's impact til the storm blows
wind rushing in all directions the moving of the sands
shall that butterfly, the wind, the sea or sand be forgotten 
you mark each with the seal of your territory as a lion

Queen for your day to roam and kill under no threat alone
the trees step aside and greet all you do in their woods
valleys rise to meet you every morning noon and night
and here am i poor, and disfigured by half heated reasoning

here stranded and athirst for that sweet nectar brings hope
this bleeding must stop or my senses they surely will depart
have not the courage of the captain waters past the first plank
chivalry you chase not, it's tenderness, in a touch, a word, a kiss