In a barn of hay a fair lad lays
Covered in dirt and grime
Deep in slumber he seeks solace
And rides his wildest fantasies
Of knights and dragons and faeries and queens
Of butter and bread and feasts fit for kings
Yet gentle he sleeps like an angel's kiss
Beneath his pallor a merry heart beats
The chirps of sparrows break the dawn
The young lad stretches to the morning's greet
To yet another sunny day
He whistles in merriment

Amidst a bed of dozen flowers
I picked one out of all
Every stalk no different
All bloomed in utmost glory
Each a sleeping butterfly amidst the leaves
I yearn to reach out to stroke their wings
But one lone butterfly sits in the side
Reserved yet dangerously alluring
As I slowly edged towards it
All others flew out of sight
I felt an urge to protect it
Make this beauty mine
I take this flower in my palm
Its petals soft and comforting
Instantly butterflies swarmed around me
Lifting me from my feet
I was floating on a rainbow
A faerie amongst the trees

Hush, my baby,
As I hold you against me close.
Your warm breath tickles my naked chest,
As yours rises and falls.

Down your chin dribbled drool,
Like honey so sweet, like gold so cherished.
Take me into your orifice,
Till a burp and contentment.

Down your cheek slid a tear,
Like a knife in my heart, like fire it sears.
Tug my hair twirled in your little hand,
Anything for a giggle.

In a gaze into your large glistening eyes,
Such hope and joy I held.
Your heart once beat within me,
My love, my life, my child.

Sultry red wine sits in a glass
Dark and seductive a picture of lust
Yet bitter and heavy on the tongue
All hype no more than a dud

A flaming red rose sits in a bed
Beckoning and mesmerizing it cries to be cradled
Yet colonies of thorns lie wrapped in wrath
All allure no more than a fraud

A story of love sits in a frame
A saccharine dream we all sought
Yet shattered by realism at the break of dawn
All hopes no more than a mock