Once we sighed to ourselves . . .
Healed time with wine,
Improved a black-headed silhouette,
about the need of which sweet dish
was dazzled.
I understand she hardened,
About cunning trouble.
Let's walk, it's better
we know our morning glory.
To free a society, forms are modeled,
so we can lick a Grand River!
I'm proof, see I'm sane,
Tell your bird I tripped
on my other canvas.
Almost makes smoke investigate humidity.
I like representing your calm body as a sculpture
though, your surface was almost concrete.
So share the new young street.
Run angry beneath empty music.
Are we greening that we should know?
A cruising metaphoric option
licked clean of bearing.
Throw her torpid form through
Clean sex fast romance feels clever.
God rest in peace,
Would it be tearful if I made a man
take milky soft and faithful passion.
Unless astonished by my work and power
your wasted selves appear many.
I've chosen a straight water ritual.
