Some had expressed concern regarding her soul’s status—even to the point of lazily labelling her a demirep.

Little did they know that—socked with the truth—her soles saved water walking for her out-of-this-world care prayer—each day’s first step. ; )

“Humbug!” huffed the hill’s haughtiest Humboldt.

“Neither King nor Royal nor Emperor”

“Nor even most trusted apparitor”

“Shall enforce any dubious decree”

“That I hop right into this icy sea—”

“For I am penguin avowed to the land”

“Regardless of a demented demand,”

“So ‘til the case of yonder’s wild, wild wet”

“Is cleared of each lion and sharky fret,”

“I shall stand ground as the rebel of rock”

“Until time of tide’s very last tick-tock.”

“Bah!” retorted the Spheniscus *scofflaw*. ; )

Broken tree and its morose monkey—

Both quite curiously cankery—

Find themselves each so distantly free

Of yearned yummy, yellow company. ; )

Her haecceity in his,

His in hers,

Stirs,

At this time,

Of this place,

No other moment,

Nor iconic bond,

For born then

And there

Is now here,

Where

That which is held

Dear

Swings with soul’s

Singular story,

Side by side,

Steps around

Ballroom’s

Tree blooms—

This

Amidst

The space

J And P’s

Love looms. ; )

Into each other,

We do ever lean,

Styled simple and clean;

Both bodies dare bare

No need for a ball

And all its fallal—

For twixt abreast hearts,

Sight takes a lengthed heel

To what insides feel. ; )