a shiek of brothels slick
this acrostic stuck with red to walls, that
Like the path across the sea to sun set
Inside the lines of curvature, only
Perfect tracings of dark and
Scarlet are worthy to behold.
Truth be told,
Inside said lines (they say) some
Capillaries flush (Her cheeks blush) when i
so lilyWhite, inside and out,
that shadow proves without a doubt
the lesser son of mothers wise
who advocate its paint.
less an effect, pondered none,
since why be wont to want /?
but finer still the sun
in want of no lines
less those it makes.
and how much fonder, lilyWhite,
am I, of you, than any Light /?