we are the rainbow’s devotion
in archaic motion
a potion of nectar
fulfilling wishes
a *** of ghee, honey and yogurt
poised precariously above
and what a delicious tragedy it would be
if that slippery *** of honey spilled upon us
and covered all our clothing in its fragile offering
once upon a time we walked naked upon the earth
now we wear clothes and i’m still wondering
if we have anything good to show for it