Into a kettle
I let vapour drip, all of you - witches brew
- I float and whip
your ev’ry hue,
so to me
you stick, so thick like glue;
never ready,
a red and bubbling stew
oh yes
it was death we dodged, flew through
into a mess of petals
on which
I tripped;
my heart in flips,
falling for you, my lips
all blue. To stone I turned;
the flowers around us grew.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
Into a kettle
I let vapour drip, all of you - witches brew
- I float and whip
your ev’ry hue,
so to me
you stick, so thick like glue;
never ready,
a red and bubbling stew
oh yes
it was death we dodged, flew through
into a mess of petals
on which
I tripped;
my heart in flips,
falling for you, my lips
all blue. To stone I turned;
the flowers around us grew.
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