Grove Wheat

Grove Wheat

My magma on your skin volcanic

her soft neck endangered

my desire weeds growing in ceramic

our love portrayed in the woods wheat

their baby steps in silk carpet

My heart pounding in your forest

my sun shines in its beautiful water

in my heart your always too

with fin PVC

initialing my name on the hip

I varnishing about you

Your latex riddled my vinyl

this crosssingle hand

about the divine eyes of the Universe

our spare time in the covenant of chemistry

writing in the film Love our verse.

Arthur Nett
09/06/2011