Projecting the inner muse, One word loosens like a lonely tear, Each sentence hangs easy like a chain, Minus the mind, this sanity would cease to exist.
JFK had The X Factor, even now, that oomph. Camelot prince, His new frontier messages - still mesmerize. He and Jacqueline in the Texas limo, waving to a sea of hands.
So we kissed, Smoochy, Ssch, Somebody saw us in this pure pose, Such warmth like a fresh dew rose, So don't tell, Spill our secret to the world, Spit us,