Sally

If I'm not too dreamy, I'll pray with you, step out each green evening, caress you with my groans, melt orange blue, all your yellow pheromones, with bread and stones, seek out secret venues, pick flowers in the loam, down fallen roads, they’ll say it’s not true, but you won’t let me stumble, lucky our love has grown, despite dull virtue, in times of great fortune, anoint me with your seasons, make me swoon, send me the gift of reason, calm all the rumours.