Famous or known, wise
or grown, gone or just zero?
Grained or unraveled?

Brisk air can soothe you
Because warmth isn't enough to
Entertain your lungs

What a strange feeling
Treading across the Taj Mahal
Floor as it look back at me

I.
Swinging blonde hair goes
Out onto the balcony,
A tangible breeze

II.
Beige coat swaying to
Get home late, never mind a
Lecture.  She's a youth.

III.
Red lips bleeding more,
Orange dripping down her shirt,
Almond eyes who give,

IV.
Sprouted white skies are
Where she gets those thighs, giving
A prolonged heart  'til...



End

Air crushes ice crush--
--ing people, stabbing careless
Thoughts building madness

To take an image
Cut it open, step into
A pretty coven

Here is a face for
You, Mystery Man, colleague,
Strawberry farmer

I will change your life,
your pensive rendezvous, and
that poppy-seed lean.