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. ; )

Inara’s intercessions invoke indults’ immobilizations, inviting, instead, impartiality interweaving ideological interfaces—including ‘irreverent’ ideas in ?irrelevant? institutions. ; )

Orange you thankful to be jiving with joy in a tub of squishy spheres rather than rearing red in a pit of aiguillettes poking for your tears? ; )