Adoration

If I was the artist The painter The world would be my high Painting sheets of clouds with my brush Like this day The clouds would be paving a hallway for the waking sun There would be freckles of young clouds ready to play The world would start orange with excitement and adventure If I was that artist The painter The sun would wear her sleeves high Her sides curvy, sexy and luscious And like this day, The quarter moon would stay watch until the sun reached climax There would be stripes for every tribe for harmony And the underground, like the marble cake, would swirl in love.