Bisque Doll
Not your lovely Bisque Doll...

In a sweet and silent slumber
Neath the waves you pulled us under...

Thou art a wily hunter who tracks the dove across...
Hooves berate the earth stirring up furious...

When a poet writes of love, would it be beneath a...
Overhead the doves would fly, as the poet rests...

I travel through this dark, dull world
crawling on my knees...

Treacherous beast and shameless fiend / I curse...

A star fell from the heavens, darling
Not far from where I lay...

At a desk
Immersed with thee...

Not your lovely Bisque Doll
Never have been after all...

If you forget me / while you are away / I'll grow...

Running fast
break a leg...

Come to me like when I dream
Alluring as a sleep phantom you can...