Adrift on her sea of lovewhere her heartflows over you'rebodily felt pleasuresin a soothing mannerbefitting a King.Beware her undertowfor her undertow..
From a cup of ink floweththe thoughtsthe chalice containsto spill onto paperin the form ofa writer's sermon-a symbolic travestyon the meaning of lifew..
I was always the onecollecting your thoughtsthat you depositedin my carousel of mind.Where they rummaged aboutand had a party leaving a messuntil you ..
The cross you bearis not made of ironyet carried in blind faithin the hope thatthe luggage you do carrywill be liftedthat you drag behindleaving foreh..