i.

Whilst she sleepeth
She dreameth of me;
Whilst she sleepeth on
The sulu sea.

ii.

The Luzon she meet's
Whilst eye's closed;
I meet her in the circle
Of her tribal expose.

iii.

And we art bare
Connected, none clothe's;
Just garb of angelic yarn
Ourn dermis fused, close.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication