Rainbowing guff
Which wasn't whether other wise
The ordeal of love
Was ours, a heart to despise?

Wagers appear
Salt for honey
Quiet for pepper
All out, for the money

Sat urges
Complete the stalking...
When misery has a word...
Isn't a stickler for how, wishes walking?

True...
We have the odor of anxiety
Made to order, made to due
The impossible, in order of tragedy...

Complex cousins
Ready to dance, obligation, into the light
When such, a saving grace, has seen the poison
Blind bell's on the route, to what fate might...

a tickle and a tease
a build up and release
of what I speak, of course, is a sneeze