Dangled cold toes under hot taps Weary bones that cry to collapse. With night she is blessed with peaceful request that she rest in it's traps. When awoken, as sun shines brightly, the rattled chest clenches tightly. Warmed by a shiver death doth order her: deliver politely.
To express my love concisely would be speaking imprecisely. A pleasing design my full bodied wine. So, divine? Entice me! Should you try resisting advance and take no other amorous chance, I'll fall to my knees and scream to the breeze all my pleas for your glance
The striped suit of a bumble-bee gets dry cleaned special at no fee by the old field mouse. He lives in a blouse, by the house, near the sea The frigid tide shuffles away once, twice, or even thrice a day. But mouse doesn't mind for he knows the sign that clouds kindly made grey.
The Poet Armistead 