Hot foot love,
By the balcony then on cradle, sharing
The hots for love and hurt for heed
Portraying the beauty of halcyon
Hot-water-bottle comfort
Under the huts of hot-tub romance,
What more could halcyon want? 

Flying love on a serpentine course
The sweet fragrance of roses
And the blind window boxes of affection
Never saw
The hum and haw morrows
Or the pitiful groundswell
Of hanging heartbreaks.

Kissing and telling,
Clearly, no obsession
But chameleon passion,
Rainforest’s deserted.
Below the waters,
Walking on sky
Where has halcyon gone?

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