a cool communisit is borning

a cool communist is borning come hither weather she/he fond its hand
palm upward to his heads down eye up cut angle of profile
not s immering to his sister cousin he looped a bridge to her
tying feet
one two buckle its pediment

is this fate her face borned down wind leeward to his case

she fated the night of old silver patterning her song around his waist.
come up close to the bloc the becomings of his tented fine

Franny feathered the willow .
elm was not a seat to push button.
camber to her juice the flute of becoming.