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