Titania
Thus, thus, thus – I pay no heed to Quit-That’s;
Unthwarted, I advance –
Daft as a brush,
Balloon-heights over bramble,
Clambering handlessly,
Flippering footlessly –
Toward the silver slice
Of shore that dreamers drown toward.
You made winters warm and Hell a homestead,
Back when we were True Love’s triple cherry –
In blew winds eventually,
And stochastic was the gravity –
You are now refracted light surrounding me –
Mouthlessly,
Heartlessly,
Hounding me.
To the Moon who laughs at lassos:
Come down to me.
