Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile—the Winds—
To a Heart in port—
Done with the Compass—
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden—
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!
Ferrari in pole position, - a bit tasteless considering the amount of blood.