I really did place a plastic bubble Resting on a rooftop of tar and trouble Suffocating the air from a pink, perfumed bug In agony over that final hug Memorializing with retrowishes Replaying silent, moving whispers Of soft hugs and warm and wet kisses Cheap whitewash fades me to the lowest recess To blaze like a Phoenix -- for all lovers are blessed When love is reborn and renewed.