My virgin word,
Wrought on an even keel
An even temper
An even
Center
Folding beneath the wind
your WINGS
Darling
I am the unicorn of myth and fable so
Lay my bones upon your
Table
Darling
And you can be my Columbine,
My tragedy of wicked times,
My trick and treat,
My honeycomb,
And I shall be your stepping stone


















