Mirah and the Spectratone International
Gestation of the Sacred Beetle
My mother made for me this pair of perfect wombA modeled lairWhere I will grow and eat my shareOf pastry rich beyond compareWith pressure needs and shapes she willThe foods I feed she has compelledIn shapely sustenance I dwellThis lace laid nestMy carouselShe leaves me bust and by the sunI incubate quick and becomeI hatch a babeA newly grubWho praises made in mother's loveUpon my birthSee what I foundA stair courteous feast aboundThese alimentary gifts in doubtWhat rudiment excess allowsAnd I begin to relax repeatIn fatter life is but to eatInto the fruit but not the rindConsumed and fattened up sublimeLetras de cancionesTill I'm in full urges I possesBecome a loose and amber fleshOf sober beauty make me swoonWhile I await the turning moonEmerge and twill thou concentrateWhile August rains precipitateThe softening bye which I elateBurst forth a gleam to meet my fateThe joyous of lifeI'll drink so sweetBefore it's time again to eatBut soon the victory wools I greetBegin my scour of life complete
From Letras Mania