Gulp of Zinc Lips
The curve of midnight
Rains over a sunny dismay
Fields to dream aloof
After praise of action redeem
The fellowship lurk maiden
Whose right hand left stuck
In a maze of fingerprints
Put towards a delicate touch
Too much soft harden glaze
A crunch the time set
Like playing Monopoly
Without thy winner's luck
A ponder a chance
To twinkle the decrease
Loosen the manic ready
For a pill took too
Late to savior A
Gulp of Zinc left
On a taste of lips.
"Behind every minute, there's the blank risking to affections, noting a nuzzle twice exposed.. pride to pollen's prizing pout too foreign. An: effort.
Son to thy Holy Spirit..
*Praises.
-John Tyler Mounce, quote tis 2023 Christmas holiday which is our Saviour's birthday, nope in November.. #ActiveAwarenessArt