noise

A rooster clears his sinuses
as she rolls in like a peach basket, swirling to the toughness of dreams.

They grew when she laughed, a nightingale harness.
larger then any one mans desires, she dresses a harlequin.

Sick of jasmine and kicked dumb by cauliflower, no hocus-pocus is involved;
just a saline lolly pop to cleanse out maidens.

Dusted with crumbs of eternity's pigeons a heavy black fountain pen remains desk 'ed.

Supple eyes become the daylight,
a brim of the blues.