Im just a cloud
Below the ocean blues.
Sitting in the sky,
Slowly dissolving
With you.

~

     Padded poetic phrases recline,
                softness invites extended stays
    within deep cushioned desires
        comfort stitched of woven words
   Arm chair wishes neath pressed tin ceilings
                offer relaxation penned in durable ink
    Put your feet up, clear your mind while
           literary whispers relieve burdens
        in past tense delusions, quietly wafting
  as dreams take flight upon pillowed emotions
Cozy creations silently soothe
       tired thoughts and anguished promises,
    calming sunset endeavors
as the long day ends

there's a glass jar around a heart
with titanium tubes feeding into the aorta
It's on a display in a museum
it's art
it's art
the blood looks sort of like
strawberry cream