The Grass where She Blooms Roses. A tempest haiku by Anakin Snider.
For Missi Lynn Boness. Thy Siren artistress

She lays uncertain.

beneath her beauty.

upon it as i watch.

learning to enjoy her blindly scene.

a falling breeze is the same.

Autumn. beautiful. resting. beauty.

caressing as i.

me. thee.

swimming thought.

ravishing adore. kindly seeing her laying there.

without a sea or shore.

knowing her pale skin.

her flower’s bloom.

as well the tingling tinker.

as thy pen tinkers.

her warm body refreshing the soil.

i watch her lay there.

as thy eyes are lying with her. staring at this Ghostly.

unseen beauty.

sigh. nothing more.

most highness Lenore.

sigh. sigh.

where the grass blooms.

nourishing the bless.

the bliss of a Norwegian Venus.

i feel my passion. is it that.

I’m in love.

no not in amore

my God. she lends in beauty.

her magnificence as she lay.

thy Eve. Sweet Lilith. mother earth.

could it be you. sweet garden

as i compose.

the grass where she bloom many roses.

o willingly beauty.

sleep.

i’m in love. but the lurks.

of not trusting. my instincts.

lay thy love.

sigh. sigh.

forgive me for thy caressing bloom.

lay and sleep.

let the grass consume. the rose gloom.

love lay there beautiful blindly and calm.

sigh. fin. fin sigh. fin