(no subject)
i'll besiege your rich reserves of loving affection
and i'll hope those vapors grace upon me a steady breath
the pads of your fingers walk along wires at a circus of tritones and harmonics
and i'll thread a crystal needle that i've recieved from gift registries
to be given to me at a wedding that will never pock the fair skin of time
and fashion your fingertips to those strings as to keep that aural pleasure my own
and hope that the invading amourous tumor is benign
and i'll hope those vapors grace upon me a steady breath
the pads of your fingers walk along wires at a circus of tritones and harmonics
and i'll thread a crystal needle that i've recieved from gift registries
to be given to me at a wedding that will never pock the fair skin of time
and fashion your fingertips to those strings as to keep that aural pleasure my own
and hope that the invading amourous tumor is benign