son wrote:im a physicist so i know alot about the cosmos and the like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxfW8lKIYa0
Saturnine?, shes not!
The skin of Saturn
is soft as satin
though the tempest gouge her scape,
You see my Saturns
sewn with pattern
tapestries of vapour drape,
Twine her cheeks
blow claret streaks
florid as the draughts of grape,
And her tiara
as the sahara
holds gem uncounted unto her cape.
Somedays I visit
my one exquisite
in our fields of rye and rape,
And though her girth
is score of earth
youl find shes of the perfect shape,
Sometimes we fly
the nebulae
for in its mists we do escape,
And there a pleasure
surpassing measure
I taste about her banded nape.
Forty moons they say she wears
I know for sure ten more she bears
on the first
I quench my thirst
and share his springs with gilded mares,
Janus is a verdant second
to whos face im wood and beckoned
and there we we dine
the fruits of vine
whos flavours are to you unreckoned,
Should my home I come to miss
I take shelter with Tethys
and there I settle
on moss and petal
and then again I live in bliss.
You know below her blouse and sheath
there lies a land of joy beneath
though shes loathe
the unclothe
one must take her by the teeth,
Those seven rings, her crown and wreath
I to her did bequeath
and with their oath
we were betroth
in that dusk upon your heath,
Of all her babes theres one Methone
who this suitor calls his own
euphorias
and glorious
in her splendor shy and roun.
So should you turn your telescope
beside the breadth of Calliope
youl see us there
the perfect pair
she, Methone ,and I Merope
© Son.
This is my favourite so far. Absolutly beautiful