Dew Claw

Full to burst, in shakes it hums Pin to the skin that holds my face Limo hearse with the bones in the sun Bubbly to rain on my procession In sickly quakes collapse into time Slid past the veil that holds my face In the depths of my purse hides the key to my heart In golden lock kept my possession Silver fish in the beaten sun Twixt the page I missed in my patience rushed Blind eclipse of a beaten heart In a tattered slip on the river flushed Swollen lips just to hide the tongue Sore in the hips in the pleasure's lull Two left fists on the table rung One more rift on the wounded guf Full to burst, in shakes it hums Pin to the skin that holds my face Limo hearse with the bones in the sun Bubbly to rain on my procession In sickly quakes collapse into time Slid past the veil that holds my face In the depths of my purse hides the key to my heart In golden lock kept my possession To have and to hold it over you Silver fish in the beaten sun Twixt the page I missed in my patience rushed Blind eclipse of a beaten heart In a tattered slip on the river flushed Swollen lips just to hide the tongue Sore in the hips in the pleasure's lull Two left fists on the table rung One more rift on the wounded guf To have and to hold it over you