Catch

Miss the train the blue...Miss!
I love The Tempest best
I kissed the lone temptress

She hissed and I recoiled
In shame the sighs left best
In vain the thighs they test

I need to train my mind
To leave my thoughts in time
And leave my sins behind

The rattling wheels of time
Fight workers in the vine
Find work in meaning mind

I ask your mercy soul

To toil the soil before
I get to see your eyes

Thrice.