Cornucopia et Eros

As the grayish blue sky unveil

Thy sweet nectarine scent spreads

Exploring every corner

Until it reaches thy height

Such abhorrent, abhorrent plight

To be drawn is thy maddening sound

Even before the rising of the sun

Defenseless and in daze

Like a spell only sealed with blazing fornication

Where hath the potion gone?

The elixir to cast away this hallucination

Gain the strength to slay the wicken

The magnificent little wicken I call love.