and kissing sunshine and butterflies
I can never go near but, I
pray you do , heartache sweet memory. tear of my cheeks , maid of my
dreams, I praise, in now
desert worlds glancing
between  kisses of oasis's visions
of what seems to be there,
but, isn 't.
When it is gone, make my stupid my mind to never
again see visions.
never go into
desserts again.
I may get fat.