Ancient Stars Seed...

Ancient stars seed

Is ?

From which with ease

? in my sleep

The sweat salt sticking

To my love's body

We got our ?

The acquired ?

Tangible time

Still my love assumed

Just it should bloom

From nature's womb

As her own grace comes

From her slumber

Unencumbered

Roses are top-heavy

And roses are ostentatious

I never had nice stuff

I've never owned a nice thing

And I've never even understood anyone

With nice stuff

The unwashed always

Will get reduced

To shopping when horny

But my love's arms are not her wings

And her wings aren't a pectoral fin

We never had nice stuff

We've never owned a nice thing

And we've never really even been

Friends with anyone with nice stuff