Xiang

Do we know how to give, live a lifetime of greed, to bring us to love, do you sometimes jib, if it’s in our creed, our gift to wonder, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, the yellow light hid, does her face have a number, bear witness to your ease, a high heeled slumber, would you tell her in sin, or life's end in weeds, it was me spinning fibs, how we have to limit, knowing too much to see, stones,flowers,pieces of drift, to conjure freedom.