Lick.
The loving buzzes lick –
Like lavender lowly lit –
On a candle light wick - Lick.
Love.
What is it for?
Lady on the floor, on the bed – on the Lips –
Lungs that lovers adore – Love – what is it for?
Light.
A promise to show you the door –
A door that ought to be opened of course.
A light that slowly flickers, however, – a Lie.
Life.
The little speck of life.
A little Life that’s laughingly black.
A life that awfully lacks. A Living Lens – Cracked.