The sheltered smoke of roman frankincense
Turned ash I smeared upon myself till paste
I posed upon the balcony at vents
The rain erased the muck as water waste
I dried and dressed in scythian hemp in haste
I puffed on lumberjack true pixie dust
You were the next to shower and came off chaste
The rain if cool and clear occluded lust
The baffled balustrade inhales a gust
I look across concrete canals to west
There barges bob and glide and locks adjust
Our castle water reservoirs invest
The balcony is niche to pots of lant
Atlantean then the world wide water plant
Chorus lant lant lant
