Humming Birds Do Share
Because of the sweet droplets
of pink rain,
cascading all around me,
sweet, like lilacs blushing
to the tender dreams
that we sweet humming birds do share.
When lovers can whisper
over the gentle harmonies
of the angels that were magic.
Your eyes light up like stars
and you spread your wings like
your love made true.
Ringing faeries
swoop away from me,
mimicking wild,
like blueberry butterflies.
What a sunny Sunday,
sunnyside up.
Sweetpeas glistening
like ferngullies smiling back
after a fresh snow.
Elves laughing
and looking,
smirk with nothing much
else to share.
Life and its play is as
beautiful as you are,
when you can be.
Guessing about being you. . .
do it like you can woman.
As the lovely lady walked by;
the group giggled as long as they could,
and then the tea cooled off,
the girls share their unfelt
ideas, and then they get mean like vampyres
and great white sharks.
The sophisticated
pussies start purring
as their sanity escapes them.
The rainbows begin to bloom, and all those
beautiful colors flare like gin blossoms.
Oh, goodness another cup of pog water,
and some gucci pudding for you Ms. Bacon!
Not wanting to foresee my infinite
phantasm of fear and self-loathing.
A full moon, a full eclipse.
Were we not having so much fun. . .
falling from grace?
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