Insides swelling, churning,
lovely gazes turning,
the fire climbs each story
until my top's off overflowing.
A kiss for me,
drop one in the quarter machine,
gum ***** bubbles floating
amidst this droll summer breeze, serene.
From way up here one cannot see
the woodland bees or the hemlock tree;
a lonely tune begins to play-
the winds sing of my sweet Gemini.
Now ashes fall in honor,
everything in me for offer,
violet skies whisper, "but...
we can't stay much longer."