Scratch off the surface of anyone's mind and you might be surprised at the picture you find the one that's behind the smile that you see every day we all paint our faces but leave little traces in shades of Dorian Gray
Gift me with song My darling flute-player Gentle stirrings Musical stimuli Rouse the heavens To extraordinary flight Take me to the throes Of immorality and back The jetstream of which Will glisten like gold Upon your sacrificial lips