Caw of my words ring lust of bard composing
the quilt of dusk spreads night at my window
and with a knock-back of swill I cuss of curse
The gift of the gall in seduction, she verses
my musings with my pen I scribble
as her talcum lay about my chest
In melancholia, the drifting surf
her lips about my anatomy
giving challenge to her chalice
Doomed Hades! My morality needs flight
and omission of my quest darkly
in need of Saints ’bout my shoulders