rounding moon shine down o
ver me as sip and(sip)
a splash of freshly cut
or emeraldlikelight

darts through otherwisely
bleachy blondly lockies

tender as fresh tendons
the gaze that seeks me(out)
haunts my eyes through the night

mere hopeful dreamings for
shadows sulking in core
ners of passion streaked hall
where birds fly like wishes.

snap. (again the linger—
touch me plase) gone go thee