Rosie Ann has a clockThat tells her if she should die or notShe takes the seconds and counts by fiveAdding the years she's been aliveShe stares at it ..
At this very secondShe has got me weak at the kneesShe has me dumbfounded in aweAt how beautiful she is and there is no other word for itShe surrounds..
The intimate conversationA midstthe cacophonous crowdIs a touch of dawn in a dark roomIs the rain that seizes the droughtIs the fawn wings spreadIs th..