kissed inhibition goodbye.she blankly stared, understandably scared.in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me.framed my poetry.but the well's drying up now.crapshoot for the crown.blood, a dry sponge morale.not one red page.dreams plead rage.she blew the conch of my consciousness.my futile distress call.up in the downfall.but the well's drying out now.crapshoot for the crown.