Billy C. Samer
Nicotianas rose in the garden in my mind's
Dark twilight awaiting dreams.
The location of the black hole the clock starred
On the moonlight of your snowy arms I gleaned
In faith's motions on my sheet longing for your cloud
I lost in a moment's deja vu romantic beam
Intended to warm my cup of flow buds,
Nightcaps of love and tea's steam. Partner's became parts of speech in a play
Dancing behind my eyelids in your prime.