The proven lines
God proofing my scruples
The mediated phrases
Hushing this loud
Do you understand smell
Vanilla cushioned skin tea sipping homes
I am woman wearing skin so brewed it hurts
For this love is so stubbornly rhythmic
Chorusing my variables my goods
Where heavens lock pick the emotions trapped inside of me
My heart is racing like pews lifting weights may love wrap your veins ever so gracefully Good sleep or day to all . .
Can you blame him with his little forehead bulging
Poking people like meats coughing apostles
Desiring to be perfectly smooth
Utterly loved by mouths who lick
Instead lonely he sits cautiously conversing with tongues
Praying for dumb hands to cease his mishandling
For the ordinary human fast bellies yearning with swallowing
Disarming crowds she cheered
Cable snapping her drawbridge fate
Stupendously jading her smile
Silvering her slender lips to sprout
Her lunar eyes painting stones across the streams
Fern pressing her soul like glaciers mimicking hope
Earth wearing the pride beneath her feet
She was daughter of queen whose hundred tongues shaped breaths
Inheriting the opalescence of their superior seats
Poor feeding with oars shift scaling them to rust
Beggars howling mercilessly for her death once seen
She was lamb at shepherd’s gate carrying her knighted heart with ease
