A Papered Post

in the valley of my paper dream


i drifted down a paper stream



& found inside the fold's embrace



reflections of her papered face



the press of paper inside of my palm



pale and pastel, a sensing of calm



perfect paper petticoats, all in a row




pave the path for a papery kind of bow



then printed on my paper heart



are promises to never part



so for dinner i'll concoct my artist's brew



of magick and mayhem and peppered paper stew



for pasted paper skirts with my prints on the edge



have me ceasing from sailing and dropping my kedge

~have a papery kind of weekend~
Meliss