ooh wee ooh wee oooh

keep your eyes on
shoulder cuffed
and armed with luck
it slides over the motion
of mere existing
slowly
from her lip
you fall in
the abyss of dream
want, succumb
this is not how you
undone
yes
just look up
to keep your face on
because it wasn't told
how it would fit
hit or miss
stolen into bliss
carbonmade
maid of season
made of treason
because loneliness haunts
and you find no where
to feel the music
of your go
rise on
even if it is not what you
want
the key stroke will
lead you home