• Revisit me when I staple shut my eyes,
    Kissing them inward as spectrum gaze,
    Kissing softly every and each flower,

    Breathing a heart in the center of the garden's bosom,
    Where the rivers run vivid mirrors as martyrs thunder,
    Each valley embraces with longed for scent render,
    Carrying the grasp of aspens and trees blossomed,

    A sky where I may bury a thick skull weary,
    A pleasure kept between the heart mark with berries,
    On ye old tree, growing tall shades,
    Mocking the ground that took no offense, but merely bade,

    In ambergris as eyes fell to the lap,
    And head to a hand and its clasp,
    In world's view made, no, shared in fondness,

    Beckons princess nipping feeling omens,
    To creeping skull phantom where upon slumber.