
playground..
summer morning hinting mango..
my footing.. my footing.. on a rainbow smile..
tasting like strawberry peach.. let me lay and lick the terrain for a while..
parked drinking on this sunlight beach..
stretching deep, far as mine may reach.
Sweet in the middle.. sour near my throat..
this be part the riddle..the reason i that i wrote..
from corners to where blood breaths in the light of the moring sun..
to where palettes twists and twirl from two brought to one.
Spinning, sliding heart rate residing.. where teeth lay dividing.. and tongues upon outer enamel gliding..
Oh what a joyous ride.
What magic could happen with such toys and objects of desire..
how those where parted spit words of fire..
how i travel to ends and draw line as to wire..
what magic could happen with such toys and objects of desire..
How beautiful... a playgound