Zu Eva Poem by Robert J King

I am cold withered and wrenched repect them both, the ware the Crown, but I really warerth it, I ease down and lay in the drink and stillfuly wash I hear Guls and and nice things, so I feel nice and relaxed, I then ponde, way do I ponder and then into the hot warmth and light of a greateth light is my love, the comfort is fine, Yes I do need it. I need it so I sort rubb off the dirt, but it is still...... Dirt - I dont want honour the world, that is my refection and burdens heavey..! On my flesh, , iritates my bones and my is my opposite, but it is like a siren calling into me not as a womanly charmer at first, but as silly piece of red glass..... But has power of the goodlooking stone, then as a safe place to be in the sea, [where cannot always stay a float like her wire-like body only built to bust, with no bust or Blonde] and she with out love but with then a secomd charm womanly then just assets she tries to gave me Platium Charms like the secrets poetry tamborone or read meat and fine wines deep read Wine, so I say no do No she is really rough stupidity but not as respectful. Ha Ha, So she then becomes very real like a body and not just and evil thought of Evil Bittered Spirts, I can Almosttouch her, But alas she is just lie, I know she just looks good with my eyes and inside she is made of course..... Goatish hair (But as I write long after she was very real, I dont need to feel her coolness either she will chop her self in half, the goat died for nothing so....... What a pity, I have warm pillow and peace with my journey, is still long - but warm now and I can rest, as I lay turning to one side, pondering my body that feels feels fresh. I can feast with the Truth and a Real Women my eyes are now my own thank goodness I use them to look at other people as I used to and objects, I can look up to the starsand stare, was this world ever blood of wine I can sip a little.