Curvy and nervy turn men topsy turvy.
Arms and legs are war’s dark dregs.
Simple and pure confer di rigueur.
Watch then wait; switch then bait.
Love is dribs, then some drabs, a call for dibs, a plea for dabs.
To avoid crashes and fears, don’t use smoke and mirrors.
Heaven and hell terrorize the unwell.
Minds are open, minds are shut; love is “Not quite,” and “Yes, but!”
Time dilly-dallies down diurnal halls, then rushes willy-nilly out sidereal doors.
Nick and pick; remit, acquit.