Love

Love, I hear you flutter deep inside my cage As thunder roars with the bubbly seas Beating steady, swirling into the strait Circling the straws beneath exposed beams Straight from the ceiling of charcoaled cribs I feel my guts herniate into the cobbled street Knotting the threads and straws of the strait Where jubilant spirits float atop the waves; Love, I hear you grumbling above my bed I wonder if your guts are rumbling beneath Where my cage meets the wooden beams Rambling atop the squeaky cobbled street As it seeks the slippery lining atop the waves; Love, I feel your guts intertwine with mine As it lines the cobbled street of spirit ties Filling each gap with intertwined guts As my cage flutters with the butterflies Flattering the spirits in rambling strife; Love, by all means, justify the Creed As you ramble, floating atop my bed Your guts may grumble with my cage; Love, I shall follow the woven thread And get you milk and a foamy bread