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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2018

Bunny Villaire