Wednesday

forsooth

A lover has beneath the cage her various means of pleasure. First she say take me this ... tattle me take me that... cuffed              by the worry of its chain and pushing the thing hinge far enough comes round... ..                bending at her every moon  ... push the weight come long enough to the resting  grace....


______________Mona's got the jitters and the howling holler!      ...   winged things fleeting along the red thing     above the sky...  And Ariel saying ... I love you... I've been your chin      forever....