Wind whispering his consciousness
primps plump pages in skinny kiss
pinpricks the warm peel raising hair
delicious lite crisp bite of appley air
he grins those lessons wrote there.
Delight at each falling silken thread
speaks in books that should be read
lighting so slight draws tissue webs
with thoughts cocooned within two
she melt ice cream in swoony June.
Texts must sing of ha'sixpence songs
from a manuscript pages girl belong
old soft Motown grooves panting cry
suckling at my soul see where it flies
pull open petal rose and both will die.
Sticky a stickleback trickles drips like
Tom pushy Thumbelina in drippy dyke
shoves a thicken plastic in leaky holes
pouring on rubbery putty into moulds
finger driven cracks with sealing wax
crumbles for the want of what it lacks
when many will mumble acquired taste
commemorate such a muttered waste.