Upside down and downside up,
She has walked the nostrils,
With bunnies on her side,
And fags on her lips.
She has sprouted her wings
With cats and dogs,
And walked with slings,
On shy kissed stairs.
She lights her lamp
With falling stars,
And makes love to,
Dancing bars.
The mounds of peace call you to melt the dew.
Your lap goes close to kiss the hue.