My dear in purple I love your color
I go: you speak my love, every day
My La Belle Sans Damsel Regrets.
So soft, agreed.
So nice we know our words inside me
My La Belle Dame
I see your eyes | feel your thighs
I am vanity so lost for words to account
for your love;
And so long — so time and space say
“Ever! You speak!
Then i cry — you laugh
We know time and we
Know space – so well,
What is was, and came,
And will be — so i
Listen, you speak
And my la belle sans
:: 12-14-2017 ::