Another Bedside Poem

Guiding hands initially falter then soon begin to retake shape gliding over angry facets sensually triggered points Red wine satin folds and flowers fingerprints of blue and blonde rolling cautiously with style mostly paraphrasing verse Shaking pair of palm trees comfort syllables of burning sleep chance upon a burden bearing just fulfilling tranquil wake Crying truth with still tradition restless then are covenants edgy ovals spark such fierceness crimson bark spreads spiderlike Magnets light upon the framework born of caverns fraught with swans dominoes directly hailing mark the planet's brethren Tea of longing tipped auspicious murky tunnels on and on trafficking in purpose dwindling sending salt to shameful stones Instances of brick laid walkways abruptly sung by ghosts at dawn clear cut thievery runs even fields of soap in righteousness Patterns shuffled thrice with glamour building mountains like a fox carefully induced through laughter mystery just nearly set Now ashes slide down palaces wings have ended in the fall claiming their immortal instincts gilded hands no longer fail