Recognition is smeared with a funny secret
this morning...
Your sap retreats to last night, then returns
flowering in my face.
You form another's perspective throught your
perspective,
( Through my perspective) Lace..........

Did you see his fear in his heart or his
face?
You paint the picture carefully with youself,
peek-a-boo!
But see, the consort's been craving reaction
since his arrival--
It's been delivered: freedom not yet
for the two.

Humor is the proper raiment for your tale,
The voice of the fruit of unawareness,
a reaction.
Play your game of skipping stones
in the ocean,
The rippling laughter will run to the shore
and back.......