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
Fly as high as thought will bear Weight will lose its greed and share Faith to sail beyond imagined walls
When reason called us in its pattern We obeyed as if entranced or certain Marched in habit to its power