Hot pink umbrella
Contrasts the dreary rain
And maybe ****

My rebel heart style is with her
Like the rings that hug her pale-white modern fingers
She speaks an independent light-blue flare
A caring intelligence with personality rare

Her black sweater rip and so her smooth shoulders slip
Into the air where my senses flip
A design for soft plans on her neck
And soon levitate toward my favorite lips

Feel her sea costume
And she wraps herself with waves
Her mermaid tattoo

A sky invades itself the way lampshades collapse on their elegant red bulbs.
Lovely antique fabrics wrap themselves around heat-waves copulating with light.
The color of blood melts down a rose petal in celestial gardens.
A certain shade of burgundy supports a flower dive!
Liquid falls into the curtain folds of this cranberry swaying pageantry.

Above all let’s escort desire into loving waters
Our prayers will suffice among the waves
Celebrating in kisses our gentle revolt
Putting faith in the tides and our wet embrace

Liquid churches you might say
float along the ocean
We who throw parties in the sea-spray
are known for our fluid devotion

Wild flowers dance
Under her feet celebrate
Afternoon princess

Love leaps
Like a leopard
Light
While through
Evening flight,

Four smooth
Shiny blonde paws
Leave
Sharp scratches
Now
Delicate scars
Across night’s soft stars!