Grey rolls of marshmallow
Billowing sweet stones
To the eyes
A cotton dress worn by the sky
Topped with silver sex
To the lips
Divinity sworn skies of white
Dusty mountains of peace
To the ears
The tendrils of my body
Slip euphoric clouds of opium
To my soul
Wow, that's a really gone perspective. I'm in love with the sky, but i never thought of it like that.