my thoughts dance around you

you and your dance floor

and make believe thoughts

of rapture



i am an astronaut floating

in a monkey suit



you and your lips

and the cornucopia

of simple pleasure



i am a fern in fresh soil



i am rubbing your nose

in the knowledge

of the desire i have



for a moon walk

around the pedals

of your pink coral



i am random thoughts

that spins pluto into goofy



in the comic book of innuendo

. . . in a universe unto you

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