Nuzzles scorch our kindling, passions ignore
ornate paintings melting, oily remains of caricatures
pay no mind to art being made, as cream & ivory float over a bear-skin rug.
Quietly coalescing past with future amid growls, a bouquet of
slip out of their …
You better come on now, E! Haha! Yes to this!
*shakes head in total disbelief*