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

Bisque Doll
Not your lovely Bisque Doll...

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...

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

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

Treacherous beast and shameless fiend / I curse...

At a desk
Immersed with thee...

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

For you my tongue shall sing
My thoughts shall wander...

Separated solely by distance, know that one day we...
and kiss...

Cut me and I will not bleed
Rip off my wings, yet still I will speed...