Incest

My youngest, my beautiful lover
Played a song, a chant for an hour;
Bared with Her nubile wielded power,
Encircled my soul 'neath bed cover.

Yours is the wind in arrayed design!
Across the past and the past behind,
Black secrets hurried into my mind!
She touched me so a curious wine.

Inspired by Walt Whitman, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and Emily Dickinson

COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE