Icy, vanilla, creme de la crem deluxe
laced In ruby fire cinnamon, candied poison...

How precious Is he that stands In the door
chiseled smile with eyes of golden brown...

Cold, barren cement became my throne
Tattered tennis shoes teased remnants...

Speechless, finger to lips conceal my words
Consumed within transient emerald leaves...

Marshmallow clouds
Softly weeping...

Mustang Sally Is a runner
causing Wilson Pickett...

Stalking a dismal path under a hypnotic moon
Observant eyes become transparent, hollow...

I manipulated the stars, In desperate fashion
braided ebony locks, allowing them to dazzle...

Melodic whispers sing his name
Sixteen rings shine for Timothy...

I woke up one morning at three am.
Gazed In somber silence while you slept...

Marigold moonbeams consume me
Authentic kisses laced with love...

Marie
Is a beauty...