When you rest your eyes on the beautiful clothing of her cleavage, One could tell your mind wants to travel places with hers.
There are no words.Nothing I write or say
One-way street.
Made a U-ey.
A faraway fieldwhere the world is lulledprimrose-pale,sleep-spent, frailyearning to be filigreedwith a blink’s mystic manifestationwaking on…