my head became buried-
knee-deep in final demands...

Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...

Conspicuous formations
Lining the skies...

Our bodies...

You were..
..an array of colours...

Upon my palm, I press my lips
then blow a kiss, that twists and flips...

light
shining and bright...

Gods gift to women
never an Adonis just...

The unexpected script
here I write...

Count Antony
I leave you in charge...

An enigmatic ovum cracks-
and a world of creativity hatches...

..so help me please, for I am lost
I seek a bridge and need to cross...