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Jake Saunders
Student Writer
Can the carnivorous forested eye
Defy darkened and plain-rouge tournaments?
The arrival of drive: indistinctly
Imploring a lesser and blank revere,
Are the sweetened hands venting sour pressures
Into lightly saccharine, grandiose charm;
Ornate are naturally friendly fingers,
Those long, alluring leaflet armaments…
“Island associate, fragrant infant
Devious to rake the deviant once:
The overture of air-blue and onyx,
Beige and brokenly full-bent and fluent,
It dawns!” concurs the limbed lord mourning
“O’er tombs of rosary, o’er flattery!
Prominence lures the kind, idle hands,
How terrible are the scented charmers…”
I shall encounter the alluring hum:
O fell champion! Halo-creation!
How frequent the bouquet-meals hint,
Aromatic vegetables of rose:
The essence of the parlous and the slave;
To reprise as sure as the siren wail,
To relish luridly luring desires –
I become embellished by aroma…
I shall intend to lure the luring hand,
Break the soul of blatant bones in silence;
Through the wood is a coming redolence:
The perfumes, provocatively untamed,
Honest, precocious palpable passion,
Ensnared and electrically laid sun-dusk!
Fine as juniper! Parley padded palms!
Aromatic-morning-hands of bloodroot
Rest in dragon-mouthed desire to plunder…
The hunt of mounted love for the hunter
Lay in the tempered vain of Parnassus,
Harmonious resounding sepulcher
Sings in the portrait of fascination:
Barked infant hands once sustained to lure,
Though cunning redolent-ravenousness
Ravished through lycanthropic caressing;
Preaching paws alter at the smell of death…
Alter the smell of death on the preaching paws…
Amend the scented death o’er appendage…
