A love poem from our romantic collection of love poetry.
one word. so little time.
Time being of the essence in the purity of speech, sketching language is undisturbed flow from the mind of personal secret idea-words, blowing (as per jazz musician) on subject of image.
There's a man with a hole that goes straight through his soul and it's open for all to see. Just ask and he'll tell every joy, every hell, and how it all came to be. He will tell ...