Poezja

Aurora Borealis lights the black hole
Which gnawed me till I watched her in the hallways
Draw circlets round my solitary soul
With twin caducei that tend her always
When suddenly the veil was torn asunder
And sprites and pixies whirled their tambourines
Accompanied by acrimonious thunder
Whose blast caused ten times ten more wondrous scenes.
By what white magic has she conjured bliss
Where beatific starlight never shon?
Dear Jennifer, intently swear I this:
To Thee I pledge my troth till time be done.
So lift a glass to conjugal wassails:
Wee Cupid's portion starts and ends in veils.