Of Chorae
by FTS Miles
No sublime chorus,
just a waltz
betwixt gilded mirrors,
an illuminated tome
perused by candlelight,
the crackle of torchflame
on dry thatch,
your single tear
cascading into my
waiting caress....
by FTS Miles
No sublime chorus,
just a waltz
betwixt gilded mirrors,
an illuminated tome
perused by candlelight,
the crackle of torchflame
on dry thatch,
your single tear
cascading into my
waiting caress....