i

Hollow tree, ****** me with thy apple I want to grab
Let me pluck thy fruit, mine lips art mute, grasp me in thy hand
Oh divine, thy juice doth unwind, into mine mind, gentle time
A crime for none, a loving- sum, nostalgia from whence was..

ii

Thus mine shoulder's art tearing me down, pound by pound
I don't careth anymore, for this useless town
Put me in the ground, embalm mine faculty
I'm on hand's and knee's, a fool for just one tease.

iii

Slap me in mud, giveth me a native brooch
Just a pucker shalt awaken me, a thoughtful smooch
Wherein the fears go away, wherein that one stay's
Guess I'm just alone, wherein I've numbered mine days....