enlighten me!
this thrill and spilling will...
...my hand politely falters
into a pool that's crystal blue...
wanders low above the waters...
searching now for lucid signs
from the mistress of the swell...
...brought her heightened
sense of taste...
draped in rinds of
untold hell.
what is all this mystery?...
...i'll frisk her flesh
for toppers...
we are lost,
our train derailed...
...within her fields
there are no offers...
...laughing lessons that exist under
a roof of crystal glass.
tell me love,
where do i fit?...
...i'll tunnel to
ice-covered past.
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Bunny Villaire
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