we dance in bubbled skin, gossamer-grin shimmered
strong; twist all day long with clouds. spill loud.
we giggle, spring-drizzle our storm-bliss on hungry
tongues; spice sky with jars of whisper. kiss dawn.
haunted shadow-souls breathed
brilliant blue and echoing dream. streams. hope.
You might call this One With A Whole Lotta The Words, for dVerse Quadrille.