LETTER TO HER VIII; LAVENDER FIELD
LETTER TO HER VIII; LAVENDER FIELD
Exuberance!
A head full of thrill.
Dramatic hours, furor spill.
Not much discourse, but a subtle bond.
Down the field, under berceuse of
Colorful ambiance.
Tender poison gently fill my flesh;
Deaf, blind, insensible, die.
Up above, all the rest are enigmatic