one ounce less

one night very famed
burgeoise blue, hand held,
it came n went, juxtaposed,
it never knew d capers caused

she held the emerald river noble,
and the stars saw her thru their tiny wings,
which spread over the glossy veneer
of the mirthless robe of tree bells

it flew, blew, roared n called,
the minx of murky pity, the hound.
silence o mute, tranquil, forsaken solitude,
it pricked the skins of loners nude,

ah ecstasy! it knew no bounds,
the hilary of woe
it spurred the souls of pitied, the envy
of words n actions, unjuxtaposed.

satiny satan said saturnalia
alas!had she heard,
or unawares was she taken?
or dd she knew, just an ounce less???

nay, she answered her guardian devils,
the penultimate whole,
the stain of beat betraying,
the taste of a wine age old...

ah! but just an ounce less....