Fantast Heart

A fantast heart, a flaming wick, a torrid storm, a wisdom
Brick. And justice fair, to grapple wind, a trestle tear, a
Sagic fen. For rapture soft, a florid pain, a woman’s heart,
A mystic flame. My fantast storm, a yenic wave, a fire
Flare, a cultic grave. For wellic fruit, the suit of death, a
Cryptic life, the plight of debt. And phantom love, the
Blood of prayer, a desert dust, a biblic tare. My fantast
Heart, a tropic herb, the bone of prose, the code of verbs.

My fantast storm, a sophic birth, a tear aflame, a woman’s
Worth. And collar pride, a sulfur walk, my gravid fear, a
Bear to cross. For rapture burn, a studded queen, a
Flaming wife, a mystic dream. My fantast heart, a treasure
Rare, a mother’s fear, a ghostly glare. And hydrant love,
The trek of waves, a need to feel, Elijah’s cave.