At night, lavender seeps into the room with it's hypnotizing scent to formulate the words.
But loose lips attract the honeybees
divvying up the compassion that we might see.
And petunias may have costly fees
that you and I cannot foresee.
Do staple this poem onto that wall you put up,
so long ago I've noticed I might add,
and maybe use it as blackmail against my future self.
Know that I tried but failed,
and that truth, freedom, beauty and love cannot stomach the pressure
of being the right
words between you and I.
So to Tortuga,
I will say.
to Tortuga!
The place we belong
among the snivels and the ******* and many more.
Where sand granules snakes through the straw-like hair
to fly and be no more and some more among the stars.
We can connect the stars with imaginary lines
and I will draw you a spider with hairy eyes
and you paint me a fish with silky fins
in the dotted blue colored sky.
******* another purple smoke ring
from this lovely pipe of hooka,
pour me another glass of this tantalizing elixir,
and we shall forevermore be the ones we always were
you and I, nevermore.