It Is June. I Am Tired Of

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.