Berna

I dream of his class, silken not torn, listening to him gasp, struggling without scorn, broken unsought, I feel reborn, landing in the traps, dancing on thorns, he’s a modern-day iconoclast, what have I caught, riding this storm, a penny for your thoughts, can you say it overlaps, now that he's gone, hidden under Burlap, I fed him corn, he broke the fast, now I’m alone, on the next mountain pass, I'll have him clawed, love cannot crash, short of his shorts.