Infinite Marianne 

On The Bluff of a Landscape, Kissed by Tons of Moon-
Love Bathes. in a Tide of Unbridled Congregation
Where Lonely Hearts; Irony Best in Swarms of Two
And our Nakedness, No Botheration, to the Likes 
Of YOU.

II

And I am Blessed.

III

I get infinite Marianne; 
Like Weaver Ants 
Only Get-
What’s Left 
Of The
 
Amazon.

While On Fire.