Swift In Cinnamon-Natalie Williams
Swift in Cinnamon
By Natalie Williams
I dreary dreamt a day. When sky hung crippled clear.
And crisp. Unhinged was I, deranged, lost forlorn.
Though I stared at statue, statue stared scorn.
Wished I then for madness; a love so dear.
At night, when I sighed into cover, covers rippled fraught
With fire and ice intermingled, danced I with love true.
He wore gold of princes, and I, my gown royal blue
Electric summers lights with my love I sought.
When I blood sworn, blood driven and blood stained;
Bore I no malice to world, rage lust or melancholic mood
Tender. Wished I for no cease, only passions in ages gained
And so I gained deep colour, the more I bruised brood
My love and I through the ages have remained
And to other swift, souls mingling-tingling in sweet nude.
Swift in cinnamon.
And crisp. Unhinged was I, deranged, lost forlorn.
Though I stared at statue, statue stared scorn.
Wished I then for madness; a love so dear.
At night, when I sighed into cover, covers rippled fraught
With fire and ice intermingled, danced I with love true.
He wore gold of princes, and I, my gown royal blue
Electric summers lights with my love I sought.
When I blood sworn, blood driven and blood stained;
Bore I no malice to world, rage lust or melancholic mood
Tender. Wished I for no cease, only passions in ages gained
And so I gained deep colour, the more I bruised brood
My love and I through the ages have remained
And to other swift, souls mingling-tingling in sweet nude.
Swift in cinnamon.
Copyright C. 2008 Natalie Williams