The world is a feather within your palm The quill of invention the quote of alarm! A wild doe-eyed beauty, you hide your spell. Till written out of hand drawn from the well!
The sun and moon were lovers once Until dancing on the sea They saw in one another A singularity, a vanity! That encumbered them so truly That neither one would meet! And dance in the mirror
Where can we break eggshells? And meet as lovers. When can two lovers kiss, and tell? Their hearts contents to one another. What they’ve shared together Under the covers!
She breathes into her heart the moons light Breathes into her soul the weary night! The crown of thorns; its incubus stars The brigadier’s landmine legs and arms...
What do we know about the catfish? His silvery shad moonlit Moorish dish Headlong does he leave his naturals? His murky brown backwater, channels. On his kiss curl barbels, who knows?
