Ride the Roll

When life acquires 

A gloss like this,

One cannot help

But glide inside...

....Over the slippery,

Ice white tops!...

...We shared a 

Silent

Hate for cops,

As muffled 

Siren's

Tumult died...

...I lent my talents

To your Pwim,

And passed the 

Sunless hours

Lulled 

By that sweet 

Nectar of the

Goddess.

Rudely hypnotized

At dusk!...

...And now my soul

Was somewhere else...

...By night I climbed

Into a hole.

When life acquires

A gloss like this,

One cannot help

But ride the roll...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire