Trafficking hostel-bickering, sugar-leavening escapism To those malfeasant worm-attending dead aires of busheled Conversions from normalcy to follower of the blame Of whispers breathed upon Southern-Raised Nightshade As though trawling formative experiential co-situationism Left y'all free to signal with grievous angel-belted lashes That the scene will always match the criminality of these lips Beyond the mellifluence and sorrows of their touch Ignited formerly by shame Presently by a thumb bridging Top to bottom Neither wasting the other's energies Rutting as spades tilling the earthen charms Possessing the spirit for purposes of growth Carrying prayers wherein only the partners can read them In Dryden's spirit, <span style="color:#FF218C">"singula dum capti circumvectamur amore"</span> There shan't be part-time life 'round these parted hairs so-fetched By affirmative gazes from fortunate them to her blessing every morning; These weightless tandem spells of chuckling into an autumn drizzle Retiring eyes to the pursed lips is the fallen deciduous offshoot; Progressing, howling, strumming out the tensible spiritual curiosity; Just to the temperature to bid windows open and paeans to those above Hurry out of the way as tails brush cheeks and crosses or paths are signed Without confusion in some lucky strike in pursuit of paired faith Darkening via glee and holding bodies to the ground by walking together