Dilemma
That musings paint as words
Nay, am I woman
Baptized, lover, friend
Mold held level
Shaken settles strands
Adrift
Dampness, transformed
In ones bosom, trembling
Disdained, a soul
Born to smile
Noble, not too proud
Tubule Rasa
To writes itself
Sweetness lies
Forward
With no change of manner
Desire, hold reason
Be a deep calm
A pen
Keen, swift, adroit
Lulling the color of self
Perchance
When lust nears virtue
Gyrating, gentle sayings
Somewhere