Emma Two

you have such giving ways, you bring me Bollinger, on my birthday, what can we do alone, without the sense, to live for our time, wine pours down my face, it’s like a Christening, you slice the Angel cake, are we here or gone, without a stitch to spin, laugh at the unknown, frazzle the waste, our jellied lives crowned, when called upon to pray, we roll and pitch astern, like rhythms of the sea, will our trips atone, on greatest days, awash with slips, find easy to celebrate, your beautiful spirit.