q u i c k

q     u     i     c     k

q         u         i         c         k

the sounds may click
    the wind will howl
        like a wolf
            or an owl

t r i c k

t     r     i     c     k

t         r         i         c         k

around your lips you lick
    with disgust
        in disguise
            the eagles rise

f l i c k

f     l     i     c     k

f         l         i         c         k

all your flaws make me sick
    like hugging a dove
        be a nightingale
            i’m deeply in love.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023