Kisses flying everywhere,
Nets catching, tattered to the worn.
Current flows in empty outlets.
My pieces mended by swelling of emotions.
Should the bookmark be lifted?

A spare, with one pin left.
Shall it let another knock it off?
Lights are still on, behind closed doors.
Shall it let the soprano shatter itself to pieces or
Will she let it burn brighter?

Has the mail, made up it's mind? Should the Mailbox open itself for it?
The cat purrs for affection, should the Euthanizer wake her up?
Praying and hoping, maybe the nun recited to The wrong saint?

The officer wants to free the guilty-innocent, But it looks like the judge Is inclined otherwise; The jury undecided.
Fishes only breath in clear waters,
Let the river know and it will keep its murky waters clear.