Delicious delivery
From mortifications
Otherwise displayed as
Exceptionally fun times
No longer cluttered and shrouded
I don’t watch murder shows
Because I don’t feel like dying
Word’s crisscrossed in my mind
When I’m dead these letters
Will carry more meaning
A heart held up to the sky
The sun is like silk fabric
On my face in where to find a
Beautiful delicious delivery
Of sweet light with my
Head resting in a bed
Of Queen Anne’s lace
Undefined by the apparent
Life in a gorgeous mystery
© GÄ
Poétique 