Kings stride through the golden straw in ornate raiment   Under human plants with plenteous fruits that pump blood   From afar blurred tales led them to where the heart hangs   And barks groan peculiar tunes while crowns adorn the sand      Her vessels smile blue as emperors creep   In searing woe that Ardour bears   Undressed by passion, they adore   Until arboreal sculptures stay      Myriad sovereigns weep within these trees   Nourished on their pain, her beauty flames   Attired in my royal scar clock (I walk through the meadow)   I feel her pulsate and forever stay      She blushes as her tissue brands my lips   To fall in cardiac fever   We love in snow, embraced by chilly dreams   As all seasons freeze      Naked in the charnel fields   We seethed our blood together   I lick the dank red as the heart   Beats kisses in my open hands