As secretly as the weeps of final rain drips. in my black work socks, to hungry micro-wave and I do feel lucky, chosen upon flocks for skin I so crave and I'm forever formed, memory's not wasted, down in kitchen seas Midnight cravings, for her Lasagna and home-grown pizza, 3 am growl cravings. She knew the way, to my instant heart. And loved her for it, days & appetite Love roundelay.