She lies on a table
with needles hanging...

The way he
holds the forestry...

She looks like hummingbird
wings and amber honey...

It's soft breathing while he sleeps
the crowded chairs at the table...

The glass is smooth and
I sometimes wonder...

I ride the soft clouds
with evening flames on my breath...

"who is that girl?"
"she's always so glum,&quot...

The smile full
of wrinkles...

A sleepers cloudy
eyes shut with mind open, see...