In the nude of echolalia joy
Dancing to the breeze of the moment
Driven in and out of crazy notions
Tongue held in tongues.
She drew in air paced
Body juddering to the howling moon
Soul whispering in heaven kisses
Bumping to rambling lips rhythm
Lost in fantasy.
Hand held in soul searching position
Grinding on time into joining her
Seeking reinforcement, to a broken wall
Enticed to every deep end dive
He lost sense in joy
Pleading for mercy in ecstasy.
