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Thy Queen of Epididymis
julius chestnut
Thy Queen of Epididymis
How thy features bloom upon the roses of your countenance
As silently, with grace of wistful sapphire gentleness
You glide along a pathway astrewn with old coatings of lesser ones.
Please, thy Queen, to simply look upon me would bestow my brow with joy profound until I would swoon in earnest.
Thy Queen of Epididymis
Thou shalt never know the wonder of your touch and the feel of your words seeping into my thirsty pores.
Be for me, and do for me, and I, with heart apounding, will climb the ocean waves and swim up the tallest willows all but to love you.
Thy Queen of Epididymis
Though the years hath worn upon you and nature's scythe did carve it wrinkled lengths upon your soul
And though your femaleness doth hang and sway with each and every footfall
Say, my Queen, that you will be mine
Oh, my Queen, to make me thine
Thy Queen of Epididymis
This is all I have.
julius chestnut has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of julius's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of julius's latest works: