Lost Inside Of You

Your breasts bare no scars and I can feel. Myself, my all she has placed inbetween them. I find the violets the room smells heady of, out side some where green the vine climbs the stairs. And yet honey bees fly so fast in and out, alive from beneath them. The moon in the sky where her star hides behind it. Tell me why Haley's comet has such a bright face. Why the snow is not like the foam, you and I see, when we walk at the beach. I like you have followed the stream, that led us back up to the shore by the sea.