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Freya (My Castle For Forgotten Memory)

Amid love’s lonely and austere offices —
         reserved for you,
         giddiness of a child restrained.
yet, a heart would chase:
red tendril tresses flowing behind your form,
lay gently down your
ruffled blouse, pleated summer skirt
in a wild weed, yellow sanctuary.

Vibrant blue vistas gaze upon me,
         unhesitant pursue a boy,
         lonely and austere listening
to release of those tender notes
from coiled lips' charm.
Youth lost years ago revived, longs
lay beneath the red tendril tresses,
a canopy for our shadowed love.

Restrain my giddiness -- hollow --
yet pursue reservedly an echo.
Vibrant essence, a tempting harmony, lingers
like channels to caverns,
inside castles of everlasting youth.
Release those coiled lips with charm,
framed by your hovering form.
         A boy lays longingly in our wild weed.


5.12.22 many revisions in private until public on:
5.14.22

Who is Freya? Read the rest of this blog. I also borrowed one line from a famous poem, also previously mentioned in blog, I think?