Mack Bolasses

My love is a caldron
My loss is a vacant plain - endless - horse & hay

Black Molasses midnight pours into the lung
White street light stinging rays reminding me
Stainless steel, edgy ray opening until
It is there to see solitude (solid truth) devouring!

Perring tongue - delicious
Twist & tease the shreads of these
Our stone cold moments of lonely truth
Are absolutely ------ lovely

My love ---- is a caldron