H.M.
Lady Enchantress
We have passed from the regions of Dreams and Visions
And the flesh is the flesh, And the rose is the rose
And we see but the absolute joy of the present
In the sunlight of beauty.....
I am filled with carnivorous lust; like a tiger
I crouch and I feed on my beautiful prey:
There is Naught in the monstrous world
So fair as thy body....
Let me lie, Let me die on thy snow-covered bosom
I would eat of thy flesh as of delicate fruit
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent of thy tresses
Is a flame that devours.
Thou art Demon and God, Thou art Hell, Thou art Heaven,
Thou art love that is lust, Thou art lust that is love,
And i see but the heavenly grace of thy body,
A Picture, A Poem......
And the flesh is a soul tho' it be art eternal.......
Lady Enchantress,
The Triumph of the Flesh