Bird and bee coffee
sunny side up do not interupt
play Eazey for me

Under the mango tree where the shade is dark and deep
she waits with years on her skin.

The face though weary with the burden of time
has not yielded to the fate
of having once loved and lost.

She believes the winds from the barren field
will one day carry the rustle of footsteps
raising a song from within earth
that the moment is arrived
for the dead river to rise in tides
and flood her cheeks with the sapplings of
all the unplanted kisses.

When the nights come
the fireflies would sing
love is such a beautiful thing
basking in the glow of her heart.

L-ow down ***** shame
O-nce twice three times a day
V-irtually!
E-verybody hates me?

Episode sixteens
hissed kisses never Mrs
Madam Medusa