did i fucking ask?

oh whoops - i meant to.

how are your nemesis qualities so gorgeous and chiffon-y? i'm just the tap of this here bloodbath. our whimsy lost resolve.

 

vinaigretting the hedgerows.

licking your papers.

turned loose on a dime,

you absolute unit.

It feels like lies over there.

​

cherubim straddle trestles.

you boost the monument high,

but there is no face.

 

i must cross the ford. 

​

moonlight shone off of your 

superb bush, my wooly lighthouse,

and beaconed me right-wise

over the middle lands necropolis

to the shores of carnality (coochie).