This Mademoiselle

[bluweddingdress]

vibrations end

but the growth continues

while the singular cycle crashes

once a wave, but not another

a cameo portrait

a hole dug in sand

once a lover, never another -

that's how these dreams cleave

one another

I can't seem to calm myself.

Fancy that!

She's in in go-go boots

/he, boasting a white feather musstaches

they're dancing a tune

with a hammer rising over the sunseting horizon