07-12-2016, 10:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2016, 11:04 PM by RiverNotch.)
Wait, here's a serious stab:
Have
you
measured
my face? you
asked me last evening,
beholding
the sun
flow
er...
I
answered,
why would I?
The golden aspect
beneath your silken veil
destroys all need for rhythm.

