Smack, Misplaced.

She's busy in there.
What the pain is for,
The tenderness, 
So we won't forget.

Don't knock this!
She says, I give her
My unending respect, yet
Singing, I would cleanse gently.

Deep colours, black meeting
Purple meeting blue,
The moon disappears beneath
Her molecular chemistry.


Cor Wed, May 14, 2003