A country dance was being held in a garden. I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon". Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams. All around a pug-nosed dream.
There you made it. yet you can feel a vibration there. sort of wasting. you made a dress with the oldest inlays. all the years are gone to make you love.
My brain is porcelain.. I'm a Contortionist. I want to breathe you in. As your light breathes. . Like wine and lilac. Betrothed inside your veins.. Your bones are verdant and fair.