Those legs
Pushing aside hills
And carving themselves out...

Carrying along that
Glowing core....

If Valhalla drops
Care packages
I know that they're blonde

For those of us
In need of
A little guidance...

Then brilliant swirls erupt from your mind.

Calligraphy-- your wand is your spine

&

I belong to history, but once She was mine

This morning. We kissed for the very first time