All Numbers Tell A Story's Solitaire

all numbers tell a story's solitaire.

there are no rules cologne or otherwise.

between the thighs of skull the hidden itch

life in fullest bloom the fostered child.

a cloud of smiles where stalks a serpents tongue

sucking through the pages to the seven toes of one

pedestrian in thought the bitter walk

silence breeds it's pollen through a coat of scuppered arms

how far are we from source of Nile composed?

by sweet design comes borderline inane

the breath of thieves more stench than fingernail

a polished stone of lips to kiss and cross.