[Poem Share] Bleaker and Bleaker Still by the Caffinated Sophist

May I ask of thee, for she, to thee,

From me; to increasingly plummet--

--into the dark mirthless doleful sea?

Mine eye can’t abide thine summit.

Phoebus, thine tender intensity
conflicts with my state, here with my love.

Thou art a fierce luminosity,

while I lie here with her and thy above.

Thine ever stabbing, throbbing, searing,

radiant, crystal daggers of yore.

I constantly find myself fearing--

of thy moving espirt de corps.

I respect the ever need of thee.

I will admit thine healthy habit.

Yet, if thou could hastily flee,

while safe in my hole like a [rabbit].

Hopefully thou find that mutually--

--[this agreement is] for our rapport.

For my mind still anachronistically.

Bleaker my darken life, heretofore.

As Donne states “Why dost thou thus” “old fool.”

For here two lovers lie still embraced;

waiting on naught reveling on morn’s cool;

recapturing my youth’s misspent waste.

Though thy tepidity ascends and falls.

Our fervent passion remains ageless.

Thine consoling nature just appalls--

--me, for one of us tarries lifeless.

Phoebus! Leave us be in peace and rue!

For morrow thee bring bleak loneliness

and I pull the curtains to eschew--

--thee, when I should pull purple rock cress.

I apologize from me to thee.

when thou creeps thine heavenly azure,

is when she must honor Charon’s fee.

 While I lie, cold, starring at her contour.