moonlight's edge as she cries in bed

dribble slide from her left eye
down her bone china bare cheek
to puddle by her naked porcelein toes,

"Mister," she dreamed beneath
almost-clouds,"Tell me how."
"How the marmalade," he chortle-snicked
"blasphemed then stayed

rugged manly long the buttered toast."
"Mister," it slightly-seemed she said
dead trite along unwritten spit
paragraphs all lead from her to him,

"you like ewe make no cents
or sense or censor every nearly-so
almost thing." but stewing sparkles
still accumulated in her paws and pause.

Toe-tapped trapped and strapped
to sunbeams she gleamed a tango topless
bottomless and obscene, "Mister
please," she giggle-sneezed

he wheezed,"no such vitamin
no healthy rite or rights" his finger
flitched and filched a diamond stain
eyeward to his pocket, true again

the light delight and danced from tonguetip
to tiptoe top, "Milady, farce is but the arse
of my face, forgive my quipless quips
and drip some more of your light zirconium fantasmic."