Barbequed chicken, a steakmeat. So the spit as carcass turning. In the absence of death, soliloquise. The explorer, Touched the world, Woke it. Faded breath, She chose in amnesty, to withdraw.
Women have little hearts, Never go back.
My love a dynasty. The white sails beating seaward. His relic is the ocean bed. Brick for a tomb. Our history a name, I would be joined.