shall we dawn a spring-sparked dance
of bubblebreeze, drizzledawn?
grin me something shimmer-skipped;
scar-curled stillness, whispered on.
giggle me ghosts and lull-balloons,
a spilled-rose cloud that leaves too soon.
leaves of green, twist-shadow sky,
open the journey; melt into why.
A second quadrille for dVerse, The One With All The Words.