It's cool isn't it ? How ! Passion. Like flowers.
Burning with life. I come and say. Into the night.
Of watersheds. Tires of taken tireness. Running
Away. How my silliness, engulfes me.
I lie. Another bench, hold my cents. It's number.
It's lucky, even too musky. To hold. Have.
Your hand blow, gently, through heat of my tongue.