Howl with discretion

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 rhyme?
Shalll we abandon  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.
He said his face was in the hole and his balls was up a tree.Bad grammar!
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?
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 can’t think
If you show me your part, I can yank
After suing my own heart I winked.Or wanked?