Finding Itzhak Perlman

Top hat Shoe shine Tywhitt tie Silk design Snap heels Harvest moon Lowest lights Fig perfume Star leash Driving hence Toward the view of recompense Lights blur Neon stiff Leaving us a sugar kiss Brow bent Toward the night Linking arms Russian, white. Ice flesh Music blood Well me up and loose the flood Night breath Gracing such Lit electric by your touch. One voice Stringing eyes This is where perfection lies...