Incognito; the heart cozens
Fervent emotions mutate...

When i look in the mirror
here's What i see...

Mamma give me the money
I'll buy a guitar...

Xanthic iotas enveloped in nacre,
Bonanza of amber ripples...

Sometimes out of nowhere
You bounce into my mind...

Akin to the ocean
Ridges,ripples in your heart...

She tries to hold them back
She gives them somewhere to hide...

If sometimes you can forget what you want
and focus on only what you give...

He's a paradox of light
Creeping through clarity...

Curl your toes
Let the folds in your skin...

I'll make another weak attempt-
To give my lips an anfacturous twist...

I sipped upon your creative juices,
and drowned, another finger...