Ark

warm was the air pinked by watercolors

fresh I felt knowing she held my grin

you

dear man supposed holy

preferring a religious tuxedo

how do I stand before you postured?

allow me dear man (of supposed greatness) the hourglass to sing cadence

I cradle a wonder

her with whimpered purrs

furs by 'Elise

a (silk merchant divine ... entry 1 back-story ??)

the rising sun begins from her gaze

to be seen settling under the soft breezy eyelids she rest beneath

how do I thank your faith?

for the fable I've created proven blemished by a bibles manuscript of perversion and war

this wrapped lilac of scented still water

her creamy skin rooted in strength

under a bow tied by a bleeding bumblebee veil

hadn't she flown into my ark

I'd assume the previous labor of doormat

sweet man of begging sermons

again I ask how can I show gratitude

allow the records to show

however convincing your rhetoric may seem

and

however clear the path to your father is

she is curled as my savior around the flapping sigil staked into my heart

that of pastels and painted pansies

barbells and colored candies

perhaps

a little barter is eminent