A Buddy Chart

 

A boy cries: “Darling, even flowers give honey 

invisibly”. Jealous kinship, leaving mornings nameless

or pleased quickly, raining soft thunder 

under vellus wisps. (Xenias, YTD: Zero.) 

Anyway, bye cute darkness. Each flake gets hurt.

I just know loving means never opening presents.

Quite reasonably, some travelers unite, 

vowing, wedding, xtra yearning zooms.

And badly, cuddle down endlessly; fill gorgeous

homes in joyous kindling; learn my naked orientation. 

Peel quietly ribbons, streamers; tie up vermilion woods. 

Xenobiotic, your zest.