her waist floats in the basin of her skirt
stretched to a hollow brim
a method of intricate purity
only to tell lies
a hidden voice, asleep sound
wondering where you were when the sky felt like cannons
an embarrassing slip in reason
remember we are still young
we fall easily into the trap of a cherub reverie
still embedded underneath blankets
inearth under jersey sheets
stray far into the wild oats
we are balmy wandering saints
fueled by the soft heat of a moonshine maw
always on a nightfall crawl
led by the callow desire
to follow a forever virgin sham
