You're just as sweet as almond marzipan
like marchpane on a silver platter,
your feverish eyes in twinkling glimmer,
tell me the story, in never wasted chatter.
I look in on the tableau,and my eyes
can read your heart,
your pain is like a serpent,
a limbless reptile beast,
who once again returns,
when we expect him least.
Come, bring the Charmer and his pipe
to lure with his music,
to draw away the carrying pain
as he worms his way in coiling.
Come! see if I can sway this serpent!
and charm him from this 'marchpane'
I have the need to slay this beast
for my eyes can read your heart,
for my eyes can read your heart;
but YOUR eyes can see my soul...
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Marzipan photo kind permission of Mitch Erickson
28 May, 2008
Posted by Susie Hemingway at 21:48