righteous plague

damned am i 

to strictly consider 

sipping from beggars cherry dipped rim

sense the pleasures of failure 

and throbbing  thorns coated in white froth 

rid me of bedevil and grant my affection 

directed to feathers on angel wings 

delicately soothing former wounds 

farewell lustful picker of forbidden gardens 

and the torment brought in your seedlings 

gracious lords present to me my authentic lover 

dressed in rosy red cheeks 

his feet may i kiss to forgive 

and his palm felt upon the crevices of my spine 

molest me no further damned foreign tree