Parchment shouldn't taste of meat;

I smile a row of pearls of need

outlined in the crimson creed

ghastly lusting leaning

sweet

woman stamen pistoling

and freed

like vanilla

grinding greed

I saw her

white

in purity

dancing like a daisy

we

sang together

harmony

and leaned in lust

of gathering

touching our lips

velveteen

laughing

as the crowd threw coin....

in the tween of spark.