Embroidered with flowers and wired with silk
A steady beat heat wave in her heart pounds her ilk
Splattering the passage where the time dredges silt
All covered in the edges in my mindless odd tilt
I have here in my pocket the memories I have spilt
Like the lines on the page, my feelings were built
I’ll surge up ambitions or my courage will wilt
Or sink in a puddle colored and cloudy as milk
I see that she’s curious or am I blinded by guilt
Purpose unfolding and immersed to the hilt
The Morpheus Reservoir will drain our brain milt

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