Man on the moon doom n gloom – all of nothing left to see
Do please let us believe that She …

Moves in a most mysterious manner – all manicured hands arisen and prised back down upon

Deck …

Right roundabout her red-ribboned coordination – this supernaturally fabricated form brought back together from derelict fact – takes it all of the way back again and places it deceptively, delicately, in-between

Her living, breathing hands which will continually seethe from inner-within …

The Accordion of Opinionated Dreams –
Let’s play twister
Let’s play with her kisses.

Night swimming inside of her mind, I don’t seem to mind so much anymore, for I am about to open up and pour …

My credibly magnificent pen against The Curvature of the Irish Rain … and proceed to throw those curtains wide again.