Her ballads....

I get a flash of Her, A delicate dye in the orchids ripped in wet warmy earth, Lazily gliding in the moon_ kissed bed, at dawn, Melodiously widening the syrupness of the sprinkled wings in the eternity's sand, fluorescently brewing the autumn lids, in the silky flairs of Her yellow hairs, piping vignettes in her blushy brush ; Her caramel passing eye, Casing profound the frothy dews from the chambers of my heart, sheeting my pencil peel, relaxing the sheer sheen... Her unspoiled ardent touch, the fervent flaps made, whipping the thorns sheathing the heath heds of lilies, crimsoning their feets, blending with a solid bleed, in her whimsical scent, ruddening the gloomy blooms in mid_ dawn, to the sun - fermented petal holds, wraps the winter sands, in the faraway spread....