Of Liquid Heat

Rosetta’s cracked lips mumbled all the lies.
But truth spilled softly from Fernado’s lush kiss
Seven times over and once again warm
We could go forever
miles and miles
Davis sitting in the gloomy twilight
Staring up above to a tall great might
dark, dark, and stormy
dark, dark and stormy
straight up and down, a cold, clear stream of liquid heat
And it was only October. It was you.
Your simple splendor captured my eye
And finally I was happy.
W/E?