I am a opuim flower, sliding halfway down the moon. I see a red light
glowing on my beautiful copper skin. I feel the afterglow of age and it is
a juicy sweet peach. In my mouth I swallow myself tonight, and I find my
center of peace. I have the radiant glow of love written all over my face, it
is not to soon. I will not complain for goodness sake, I have yet to make
a contribution to creation. But as for today, I will eat at the banquet of love.