Knitty, knitty
for my beloved Kitty
for snowhite
was red of hair
with blue eyes.
So feminine, so fine
loves for beauty
with a kinky claw.
For behind the curtain is
in a mirror for a question,
never was in the world
so delicate and precious
a marvel as to behold
every detail is perfection
for sensual behaviour.
Whisky, bitchy
sobriety for bright
as white wine
for fruits and nectar
makes her winky
"I likes your wrinkles"
so quiet and polite
Alas we men do not shop
groceries but to notice
the gallantry for genders
as female is, as gentle
does the manly then turn ;
but still I am Snowhite
for it was never a woman.
Witchy, witchy
with a pointy hat gave
a poison apple
twenty years ago.
whom will awaken
my beloved Kitty
from her drousiness ?
For it is in reversal of time
the hourglass it flips :
A princess in a white horse
she is not mine to take
for she did not kiss, to kiss
but with a sword dance
and my eyelids did move.
Artsy, naughty
love is in both ways
bit of a bimbo
for satin sheets
barbie outside
making sandwiches
poetry lingerie.
I seal the Dúat with this
whom did win or lose ?
I certainly did neither as
neither lover or friend
or family was found in it.
Schrödingers experiments
result: Traumatized cats.
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