A Cerulean precipice grows wrinkles. Blouses scatter into oblivion. Rusty chain, in the room with no time. Tea-kettles antagonize moonlit lovers. Shotglasses chase, through ghastly cornstalks. Cascading lights speak incantation. Flash dance to late night serenades. Phoenix plumes in Sunday hats. Laying poolside, argyle splashes. A magnetic lioness creeps. Daring glances spread gossamer lies. Alabaster halls consume infant minds, while Dusty caps unlock elusive touches. Black widows drink white wine. Anise waters drown lycra mermaids.
I lost the final version of this poem so I know it ends abruptly and is disjointed. I am trying to round it off but I figured I would post it anyway.