Come in Lion

March in row one two three four left right.
Bleach exquisite fine hairs on belly of religion.
Toss back beverage of choice in abandoned railway design.

Please each other leaned over a garden along the freeway.
Take it all the way in, then let it in just a little a few times.
Bolt over underwear thrown away in rain-soaked cabaret.

Mollify ingrown suppositions like dandy spandex arbiters.
Bifurcate intention until a little river forms at the source of thought.
Blend bitter roots within context of honey dripping from your sore eyes.

What sight were you given when those kittens resting at the apex of breath
Took their wildness into an opus derivative grinding master core versioning
All tendencies to wriggle out of bed and put on your rain shoes?