Top-Shelf, Pure Self

This must be Karma
Oh, lordy – I’d
Do anything
To repent
She’s shown me Dharma
Same story – I’d
Do anything
Between ghost hands
And lucid things,
The boy understands
No putrid schemes
Eyes open, we kiss in threes
Tip-toe in starrylands
Top-shelf, pure self, seemingly
Just a’beam
The boy understands
Oh, lordy –
It’s a dream