Be my mine
Hobbledehoy spelunker of prairie,
Metamorphic Midas in reverie.
Changeling turned into parvenu,
Conjures up a nymph ingénue.
Triumvirate of pulchritude,
Sylph and carnal beatitude,
Ensconced from all evil eyes,
Enshrined in the abyss that underlies.
Lava as a poultice on the soul,
Untouched, unfelt, the whole.
Camouflaged under thick swards,
Inside palisade of staved barbs.
My solitary treasure-trove,
Of puissant idiomorphic love,
A protected, unexploited by greed,
Shielding the surreal need.