…on the sweet, impossible Aussie…did I tell you? Where to start? A bell on His Highness for the insistent, persistent impertinence…deep intrusion, bells on the swan lines, down on The Gems…on the Mid-Galaxy, on The Path…crazy florals… peony-caress in the bazaar…forced landing…The Great Capture…infinite ecstasy…
This “When?” of yours, my Love…fall…
