Rhyming Slang

I need some dove
on a velvet glove
but I'm used to a
swear and cuss
riding on glass.
Just a bull and cow
parting with a bow:
no flick and flex
my mind's a complex,
I opt for lyrics and time
in a dinky dine.

Full moon

There's never time
to stare out of the window
and see nothing but you
and your touch and your new way of looking
always different always right;

Never time
to catch rain falling
and do nothing but wait
till time comes and cathes ourselves
facing each other and the unknown
rippling, grooving, uncoiling
inside of us
while we do our best to ignore it.

We need time
to imprison our wants and spill them
onto the mown lawn
beneath the midnight's full moon
of an august wake.