Underneath the Baby.
Ultra violet light,
Shot through into Night -
Essentially a Red Flame, in the present
Rock Bels of White,
Defining the Sight
A Relentless Pouring over of Him -
all seemed to be the same
as that which I had left before - Might
be the Fumbling and the Wrenching of
the Listening of a Neat
& Tidy Make-up of Dove,
White wings gently flap together,
Sings like a distant Harp,
He is the Faraway Note of
the Larks Breath -
the Soaring of the Swallow Tails'
A Snakes Strangle of
Fright - Eyed Terror
As Love spills its Truth so close
& Dies softly to White Flower.