Around the Bend

Altar boy eyes and demonís schemes -
what dreams abound within the dark
behind your starlit eyes?

Devilís horn arising, leading to
another rendezvous;
seeking out the unicorn
for just a touch, a glimpse, a glance,
a trance-like state of magic,
conceived within the brilliance
of its glowing golden horn.

And so a tryst within the mists begins,
where nymphs will always dance
and play the night back into day,
while muses sing their sultry lullabies -
crying out to those who start
to come awake again.

To lead them there, around the bend,
where all their dreams
turn into schemes
of coming home again...

? Michaelette ?

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