A flush brings a glow

O what a sweetened world you'd happen to be

To think that all that is to find, is

taking a taste

to have a hold of me.

I see all of you in the coming of the wake,

and I am the one

who will decide

when to break

and leave you with hairy thoughts of me.

Oh what a dewy balm this summer may bring

By Neptune's purple

and shimmering skin.

With siren's cries, like satellites

on fire.

By minding my topaz mines

eye

and still you'd love

to think you have

a merry hold of me.

11/3/10