Frolicking.

After all the thinking peaces 

is all i said too you dear haven 

the pocket watch and lavender

You hung on your neck laced  

In love that never changed 

as chance chased you frolicking  

and shaking off the rain

The flank of Slated line and wood 

where’s that top hat of half 

The stolen names and the 

Ignorance of the associated 

Fates lay waiting in glass

Where a murder would 

Pussyfoot playing games 

with a hook taxidermy kimono 

In the mirrored port 

Placed in the hands of 

The weather conditions