• What a scene in my window
    Lights waltzing vigorously
    Making love amidst the clouds

    The clouds moan in extacy
    And let their bliss cascade
    and emmerse the world in jealousy

    tumultuous interweaving
    Seen through oxycodin coated eyes
    that see only the future

    Trees are thrust horizontal
    For so rigorous are the lovers
    the walls shake in anticipation