Sunny, deer in my desk

Walks like, a woman between my fingers

Heating moon lights, my head

Forehead full, of dreams

Catching, cobwebs as she walks

So tall and so, straight

That buildings tremble with, her sight

Stem of, a sunflower

Unprotected

From the treacherous, dew of the night

Covers, with fashionable trends

Until, like my fingers

Crumble, at the first hint of pain

Sunny, sunny deer in my desk

Don’t vanish, tonight