….and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl’s
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
-e.e. cummings

RHYME SCHEMES YOUR MIND SCREAMS
FROM ALL THESE BLIND THEMES
BURSTING AT THE SEAMS,
WHILE THE WORLD TEEMS

WHILE SHE LEANS
IN THE STREAMS
WHILE SHE FIENDS
GOOD SOY BEANS
WHILE SHE CLEANS
FOR THE QUEENS

AND IT STEAMS
AND IT DREAMS

Hey you. You’re a rather charming illusion.

Why, thank you. How does your garden grow?

In the strangest of places!

Oh my.

May every single love become you, may the doom undie
while you drink and get hiiiiiigh