HOLD ME WHILE YOU WAIT

Luminous like a pretty iroko tree, bluffing in the wind,
benevolent offshoot, hang me, hold on tight.

A gender that splurges, the noetic accost
too blind to see.
Oh softness, I am paralyzed upon your thigh.

But it feels like brawny, striped champagne,
coveting a sip to set my psyche alight.

Aloof, teenagehood is so, not full of great error,
and sober altars bruise, laid here and there.

A soft kiss on my brow like a kingdom chair.
Does the whirlwind help, does the breeze spit candle glare?

Esoteric, heavy headed, gab compels
the empty ear.
Alas, a wine tosser grips my throat
like garden beer.

Jungle is prophecy, not full of absconding.
Oh, can a home await this day's care?

Ah, every kingdom has a clergyman,
rival bonds.
And the turban unfolds as though never twirled,
bit by bit, my dearest witch.

Eros swerves to walk through his wands.
Bestride on, and hold me while you wait.