dreaming magic jets autographing air
The call tomorrow with news a bird has got your cat
cursing me for what I did or didn’t do again
No sense in resisting, you will be disavowed
Just toss in a word and follow it follow the crowd.
A sip? Please a drop? That I might know once again. Your taste. In my tears.
draft a silky breeze, hitch your skirt and go
Roses paint the promenade