Bosom
the bruised bosom pounds for a gurl!
who at least have never been seen ere.
They talked and build,
a world of dream, a real tranquility.
All of sudden,
both bosom in the edge of sword.
Writhes,
still beating.
Try, smile for smile
and the next cry menacely.
The proximity is pure,
transfixed as wilting strewn daffodil.
the bruised bosom pounds for a gurl!
who at least have never been seen ere.
They talked and build,
a world of dream, a real tranquility.
All of sudden,
both bosom in the edge of sword.
Writhes,
still beating.
Try, smile for smile
and the next cry menacely.
The proximity is pure,
transfixed as wilting strewn daffodil.