A Man Weeps At Your Ankles, Climbs The Stairs To Peek-A-Boo Panties, With Finger Clasps, A Rapunzel Lowering Your Hair, The Long-Matted Braids A Skilful Weaver Turns To Gold. An Ivy Forest In A Castle Impregnated With Doors, The Prince Overhears The Code "Let Down Your Hair" And, With Perilous Grasp, Mounts The Stirrup Wall, Foot To Clasp, Searching Cloud Grey & Storm Blasts For Billowy Mists Green Within This Empress Queen. Walking Plasticine Ledge In The Shower With A Mermaid Soaping Her Perfumed Treasure Trove, At An Intersection Within That Woman, Her Tulip Trees Explode - Faeryland Syrupy, Tasting Of Apricot And Sugar Cane; A Swallow Parting Indigo Sky.