Eskimo Kiss me in the middle of summer
Sipping champagne from teacups
Picnics on snowfields
Easter Eggs on Halloween
Sun-dancing at dusk
Moonshining at noon
Why isn't the New Year in May?
I'd love to be greeted by darling rosebuds
And soft lilies
Rays of warmth, permeating the air
Sweet, moist air
Powdering my face
Its abundance, drunkening my stance
I'm uplifted
Sway with me
High off the pollen seeds
And velvet wind
Take flight
With you, I am all things and nothing at all
I am a ball of sentiments, unraveling
All-feeling yet numb
All encompassing yet one special being
How bewildering! How enchanting!
That we exist in madness
And thrive in the confusion
We survive
I couldn't be happier.
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