'Cascade the dark curls'
rest on flowing crimson gown

thats your girl

goofy, heartwarming smile
test you like a sun rise
over fully blossomed hills

thats your girl

frowning neurotic tick
beat you like
her embroidered emblem, hair clip

I know you didn't ask her over for tea

in the middle of the night?

So while she sitting
bemusing
in her literary chair
I'll be there
with you
playing
the verago of her novella

I, I,
jetsam me
stinkingly
try-ing
to overthrow
fido fido!
waif-ing
she-wafting
I touching
she jangle-ing
I humming
she singing!

I laying dark in a fine jersey knit

She dream voluptuously on a poofy poofy
night slip.

'Cascade the dark curls'
rest on feathered pillow

thats your girl
blue-stocking

Then I'll be your Chanel


Wine lipped and camel
straw haired and flannel


'Cascade the dark curls'

Nylon

First we kiss
Then you will lock the door by day.

Look at you
in your electric blues
standing boldly
waiting to coo
me off
into the greywash outdoors

I don't like your goodbyes
their florescense
uneases
befriends

electrically forthright
to soldier me out

and where are your love eyes...?
my soft face retains
in bug lit
and liquorice blues
I'm watching for clues

everything
anything
I'm holding there
and waundering?
temporarily
for you

And there with your bug eyes
so subtley I snooze
pear appetite of water
flowing pale, I lose
the juice
and fall on my lap!
to absorb another second
than mop up another wreckage

of pared down
dry light
of a hop skipped
and fair night
with me and electric blues

I don't know if it is acceptable

to wear such florescent colours