In Bliss

Their spoke a voice

Out of the dark

Across the sweetest lips

Of a love that bled,

Blue to red,

And drownéd ye lovers...

In Bliss

By  J. Donovan Steele

THE VOICE

Disturb not the dream

Methinks ye in the wrong

For when tis Bliss asleep

She may awake in different song

BLISS

Collapse into his eyes

His foreblack concupiscent hair

Alive I doth arise to greet in moronic declare

His beauty propels me backwards to the essence of belief,

Conceive I not as burdening,

for lo, I stand a thief,

Of the life, the soul, the love,

And stand I without care,

For my heart for him burns deep,

And if by twilight slit my wrists,

Ye alone would bleed through me,

That sweetest Count Manfair, he is.

THE SIGHT

Enter Count Manfair, the square,

Who may melt a million muscles

With the narrow of his glare,

And with Bliss losing focus,

In her daydream Hocus pocus,

The Siren known as Melody,

Crawls forefront of the pair.

COUNT MANFAIR

Dark days and memories

Old films that lost their once warm hearts,

Playground misdemean,

Street corner trash, play not the part,

Forgotten misery,

Time to set no more around and dwell,

Your make believe heaven,

Will burn in my personal hell.

And the angels surrounded their dead god,

While I just sat there screaming

Spread your wings, and fly on,

Cos your free from your chosen one,

But they put the crown back on him

And sang another song

Eyelashes and lipgloss,

That tickle my fantasy,

Soft headrest, tree moss,

Be I patient and waiting,

Sinful apples and sweating salt,

All in the alley for you to take a bite,

The solemn faces of Virgo,

Decaying in the pale red light.

MELODY

Bloodless and beaten I lay,

In the seas of hate,

And my entire field of sin,

Broken thoughts leave I again,

Under my skin,

Boils blood,

And foils mine

Love away,

And in the begin,

My sweet count was all

For which I prayed.

THE TOUCH

Her flowery face willowing away, willowing...

COUNT MANFAIR

Decay.

MELODY

My flowery face willowing away,

Willowing in sway.

COUNT MANFAIR

And the angels surrounded their dead god,

While I just sat their screaming,

Spread your wings, and fly on,

Cos your free from your chosen one,

But they put the crown back on him,

And sang this song:

MELODY

Oh broken one,

Whom we adore,

Whose eyes bring healing

When we are sore

We know you're gone,

We know we'll die,

At least now, we're free to cry.

THE VOICE

Cry on.

THE TASTE

Onward through the murky streets

Of shadows and delights

Manfair shall seek some other treat

To satisfy his fight,

And in the mildew morning,

He willfully stays asleep,

As Erroneous arises

A throbbing mind in soiled sheets.

ERRONEOUS

Prevent prevent prevent

This love that we want more of

Prevent prevent prevent

This drunk that we are sore of

But wait and wait and wait

We only want a little

May we sacrifice a tiny bit

and still achieve the min'ral?

I just want to feel and feel alive,

Without the constant dying,

But can it be contrived,

And diluted by my whining?

I wish wish wish

All to be revealed,

While holding out my hands

To every passing eel.

Can you prescribe my purpose?

I am lost in flux and sound,

But make sure it never makes me think about what will be found.

My Bliss, I wish you saw me,

In a light year's sight of truth,

That radiated all the love

I'll ever have for you.

THE SIGHT

These four sides

Inside two minds

Are quite a sight, indeed

THE VOICE

It sounds to me

Like each the other

Is what the others need.

THE TOUCH

I feel you do not grasp

the larger troubles

What be at play.

THE TASTE

I do believe

The bittersweet

Is something we all have taste.

THE SCENT

He speaks upon the notion

That if these four 'came two,

It might take quite a potion,

To be kept their love in bloom.

THE VOICE

You think not they will hear us when it's time?

THE TOUCH

Or forget the other's face?

THE SIGHT

I think their love is quite divine,

But the mind's a harrowing,

Ever-narrowing,

Putridly perplexing place.