swung
in between  the loneliness
when you stroked my puppy
and his tail wagged

I am a gingerbread
   sweet tangy ******* head
addicted to making
   marmalade sunsets
playing funeral organs
    cooking grass
on my BBQ
     I stir with
olde english
     marinade with you
on a bed of roses
     on our hill
growing wild sassy
          cooking stews
of parsnips wild onions
     marmalade you and
the morning dew.

beyond,
is where reality is.

of her brown eyes
sing of her flowing hair
so soft
of her cheek
rose petal soft
then speak it
out loud
to her
or whisper
it as
you
thank God.