I, my love–> err, too!
the dream! dreaming soothes
seemingly! time choose;
luster0rough and dry
and blue (who knew),
one last green wishing
parchment paper stained,
tearing tearing years
that touch yellow-gray
my heart so violet!
smelling wombDirt
in casted SunBlue,
chasing grayClouds
umbeled by beeBe too!

And goldenDisc rim-breasts
pathetic InkStain Paper
rejoicing in your Grace
The ballerina of mySoul

:: 10-09-2014 ::