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When I put you to my lips I’m kissing blueberries and pomegranate. French and delicate, sitting by the cigar box I wonder. If you were a verb it would be glide, you are the softening gentle one, beseeching others with your plum round eccentricities.

When I put you to my lips I’m kissing blueberries and pomegranate. French and delicate, sitting by the cigar box I wonder. If you were a verb It would be glide, you are the softening Gentle one beseaching others With your plum round eccentricities.

At the End of the Rainbow The lion roars in the grass and I am a serpant slithering underneath the gazelle jumping wearily through blissfull grass away from the lion’s den. Who knew the sun was blue on mars away from gravity? And that is my imagination. See you sweetly sleeping on the rooftop and I see you for the first time. We are the bug on the yellow flower slowly crawling towards the nub at its end. If we slept in the sun we would be superman. And if we walk across the ocean we would be ...

Sonnet for the Sea Drift wood flows into the rocky cliffs dancing with the waves that crash along the stone facing. Water drips like rain along discarded trash littered upon the sandy shore, and floats endlessly through the wind like lonely memories. An oar, broken from the current begins to warp like the setting sky, and time is forever reaching. The sun yawning a goodbye to the moon's light glimmering. Under the stars a cat stirs to roam along the shore with eyes like sea foam.

Canvas of the Four Seasons Drops of sunshine Falling from the blue Abyss. Sliding through the air At the speed of light and touching The earthy tones below. People Drinking down sips of bottled water and coffee Merrily through the rejoicing speed that increases with Energy. Turning from the splashes of gold to blue with the Increasing rain of the season. Umbrellas peacefully put up over the heads Of lovers inducing dramatic visions of the cosmos directed by the great magnet. Showers of blue w...