She gave him a bowl of discretion and some milk of inhuman kindness
I have the art and he has the craft but do we have the rhythm?
Shalll we abandon our lips? Kissing is not to be scorned..
So it’s all about my face then?
I sleep above the board and my head is underneath the bed.
Absence makes the heart stray yonder.
Advent makes my whole heart ponder
Resolution falters after the facts.
His face was in the hole and his ball was up a tree
His body is still missing apart from his complexion
He keeps his face up his sleeve since he saw a naked woman
Why did Achilles not heal?
I fancy stuffed lambs breasts in winter.
The unborn don’t fall down on me!
Factions speak louder than wholes
Fictions speak sounder than truths.
After viewing my own art I need a shrink
After viewing my own heart I need a drink.
If you show me your part I can think.
After suing my own heart I wink
How my heart sings 