@feebie 19 May 2020 more from that month

Casually

I thought of you As my muse And furious memories short lived in the delta of my minds Came cameoed Casually I ask you To purge me with your luminous strides For I know There's a Sun In your eyes That I shall stripe naked To shelter my grief And to fuel my anxiety Casually I saw the clay in your expensive bowel That baked stung muds of wisdom To shelter my determination To survive in the crevices of Lewd saints Casually you mirror through time And the reflection became obvious That I shall survive Ostensibly in eulogy if your smile In the burrows of your bowels In the delta of your oil In the strides of your rays But pretence woes me And I'm cajoled With it wondrous lust And I tamed it conscience It fingers calm calmly And I fear for this unripe age Without rage