Falling.

The store will be closing soon, and there is not much of an array remaining; My flag blows so gently in the cold wind, and I recall the freedom that I once Had, before becoming Your Slave... Dwelling in a glass menagerie; Nothing in this World equals the power of your intensity. A dust storm is approaching...the street is abandoned but nearly; then again, Zeus is usually tardy for me; I wait and wait and wait, and most of my time is spent in a cold, grey cellar; Then, I met you. The anesthetic has worn off, but why does the moon lie to me? I fear not Solitude, but ambiguity; i wonder if you are half the man you think you are... And if I am all the woman you need...makes me wonder... We need to find out ~ Not Much Time. Come and visit my garden filled with wild violets; you do know that violets Are atypical flowers... Will you still love me With My Imperfections? Come to me... Kiss my body till it burns..