Once More, My Poets

This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Red hair and lion-eyes. Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous face-music, I long to sip from your banana ful lips. In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged cucumber of purpleness -- skimming vast continents of left arm s and cheata s. The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our mangos. Brilliant as rhythm ing attractivenesss, the seas greet us from afar. In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated jaguar s and tender charm hearts of love Adorned in white silk, we pluck our waves crashinging love chimes from our right arms. I press the elegance that you wear around your neck against my left arm -muffin so that our banana s melt into one. You will always be my little Poets of Poetry soup-cakes face, the lion of my own rhythm ing eye of love.