As the orange piece,
Held ecstasy’s peace,
It chained a lease,
To my head’s feace,
My body hosts flaw,
As I cannot withdraw,
The piece I saw,
Entering the draw,
White and blue coast,
Gambles of most,
Decays to roast,
My cavity’s toast,
The pulp of blood,
Hides a rose bud,
To feel the mud,
In mindless flood…
Luc Laverdure