A pink bellflower dangling on her strap br shouldering pain, blue veins strangling br the seeds of desire it's Queen heart br conspiring for power and gain br befitting as the drones die caught br in the hem of her gold and emerald attire. br br Mon Amant De La Mer, br br Your days are martyred in my trust br singing my glories to the wind and sea br and the cold creatures that lurk below br the smooth fluid crust do they also share br in your world, in our wilderness of lust? br In your folly what have you decreed br as the months and years advance br and with what treasures will you court br your queen in the turbulence of your act? br And what great victory shall you stage br behind the curtain of carnal pleasure br with incessant ship wrecks and delays br I still await you as you loiter at your ease.