Rocky Lagou

Living Lady Lilac

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.