A Fair Pale Face

Advance then; and milk it - drink from it-deeply- spread it all around your pale fair yellow face between your lips and in your hair right their: because I launched mountains around you and you seize the beds edge moved it to you in top and fashion the bottom as well and low salted races of sweat your face firmly of the base which you draw it to the top so slow it dripps and outside another dropp it injects through so much quickly how it wounds each round stone with you I share and the blazing hot sun as it waits within the interior of your bag how one goes up to the top and the other to the bottom independently how for you they inflate and at the end the avid breath less hands drained this light, night became bone-dry. your fair pale yellow face how it moves me fearing i will never be the same again.