Come along!
Don’t forget your stockings
to wreck ’em; something soon
Tell me if a love exists
Between the light of Moon,
and the gentle of the Seas.
And, in the cracks between,
where no one ever sees,
nothing but we have in tow,
Holding hands is how we go.
What former pain and misery
Detached from this body,
where no one ever sees.
Disfigured, it recedes.

rehearse a Splashing Feature:
Creatures, make wetter reeds
and boughs to breathe their coda.

Curiosity awaits another smile.
The whisper declined the true prelude,
The promise stays the while.

§ © 2013, J Sabarese §