Morning winter glow 

in the sky

in the fireplace

Then kids awake

"Several of [Toulouse-Lautrec's] works were lost in the move; the next tenant used them to fill holes in the ceiling."

Write me a book

about evolution

of self-worth

I'd like to explode

all excitement for life

in front of you

It will never end

I'll sort it for you

and connect the giggles

Get high on love with me

There is a spider on your head

it weaves stories on your mind

Quite sticky, wouldn't you agree 

I sport mine around like he's a king

Clouds fell to the ground

from a great faraway

and brought the smell

of Turkish delight here

into this cold play