blanket me..
sheer lover so sore we vent,
blanket in the basket

I visualizer your straight aura
bask in their vast expanse between time & space
an afro burned in the midnight air,
bellow the fryer;

chaser after the bees
you were there with situations to vent
strength like the weary toad
lend me an ear

cross your fingers
bent as to every turn my soul doth turn