With all life profane, The ladles cradling streams of Buttermilk current stretch out, And alabaster lips unseal So I may recall the soft timbre of whisper In its stillness
When a fawn stumbles into the raid, Honeydew high and deep in afterglow, Mind swarming on purple sand verbena, I forgive its delusion, Caress its world view super bloom, Shelter canary yellow eyes, Then search to pin the legs of the stalking dog that Lends its teeth to sticky, sad bedlam War cries quake through lurching light I bury a blade between its ribs, Bear hug the soft canine frame, Then smear ash on its brow All who have forgotten remember nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
