Blooming in cheery-scented dewdrops;
The midnight of the soul approaches
And we hoard jazz jams and jousts
Juggling thoughts in intimate indecency,
To avoid forming the icy crust of
silence.
Then lips apart; no more mysteries,
No more dallying.
let it come out as we carefully
Conceal
Literal living levees
That forever conserve
True meaning.
