Queen’s Mating Ritual 49

Daft emotion,

Dreadful potion.

The warm froth of frenzy on your face.

You look to glance,

Your face aghast.

Pious, plundered

Potions 1,2,3.

Spittle-spattle,

The rules of battle.

Seraglio — cured and salted

Crowns his heat.

She moves to wander,

Divulge her bladder.

He jerks and shudders,

Pseudopod laminating teat.

She shrieks and gasps,

Then grins and laughs,

Her hand on his.

Heady brew has blessed her with better sense.

They leave together,

With fleshy gait.

To drunken manger.

Sudorific weight:

They consummate their love.

Memory’s glue unfurls the sorrow,

Melanchole and the ‘morrow.

She casts her steps towards the door -

Her cords upon his shelf.