Clotted cream on my tongue when I break through sunrise maybe.
A chain on your tire drags freshest lime. If the source
of source is thickness, what I want from you is transparent.
See how the mind’s method chances chase. Want Some.
Broken waves at once confuse and caress a discontented gull.
You spend so much time nursing a wound you won’t appear
in public. If I were to spot you I’d swiftly perform.
Breakfast of beans, jump start an honest heat.