There's A Black Rose Growing In Your

I Spit Honey Out Of My Mouth: Nothing Is Second-best After The Sweet Of Eros.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

The Elixir Of Life, The Philosopher's Stone Is Yours If You Surrender Sterile Logic, Trivial Reason.

For You Are Abstract, Making No Mistake, Slurring No Word In The Rhythm You Make, The Poem, Writ In The Air.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.