Take a pretty word and spin a lengthy verse A thesaurus for breakfast and linguist for lunch By dinner you'll be satiated and spitting lyrically of hunger and fullness
before i knew it you were wearing nothing but your jewels and the silver moonlight like artemis in the wild oh, just kiss me sometime, softly dream of where we go when the body dies
one last emerald night at bonnechere park thin moon piercing through glass pendants of a weeping tree the truth is i still hide your name inside my lips like stolen bread
beneath our lucky stars i found the ending i was searching for —to kiss the sand on basin lake while the serrated cold of water and my heartbeats slowly dissipate