What is the worth
of a pair shoes...

I once had a dream of a far off land.
The island was perfect, layered with sand...

Spade and feathered wings
the humming bird sings...

Waxen White as fluffy clouds
the fly bursts through its egg...

A game or two of chess ago
I sat across a worthy foe...

These hands I see are long and thin
Soft yet firm with silken skin...

This belt I wear holds up my pants
and comes off in one circumstance...

When will this world truly begin?
Surely it hasn't begun...

With claws as a tiger, long hands climb
Slow to react, shorter hands chime...

A flurry of words
and hateful intent...

No greater pain than unborn love.
For there deserted laid a dove...

I once knew a flower,
a flower so grown...