Janine

Don't make a fuss, she carries yellow lists, do not try to love, your heart within her bones, or rail against her fits, a place she calls home, if you need a crust, be prepared for this, or believe me she is dust, go or take the load, drag or get a grip, knowledge never sails alone, ride the semell of musk, keep the middle distance,, simply do what she insists, or leave on the road, surmount another hill, the sea hears your moans, from a house of whispers,.