the couch was a fabric the hue of boyant sea waves
as a prim i sat there
as any sailing boat
on a fine day
upon those rolling cushions the birdsongs became my lullaby
as each moment became the next sweet daydream
they began from the joy
of not doing one single thing
all of a sudden
i was swimming with the rainbow fish
of the deep
feeling the rythm
of a new body with fins
you were there too
in my sweet daydrems
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
the couch was a fabric the hue of boyant sea waves
as a prim i sat there
as any sailing boat
on a fine day
upon those rolling cushions the birdsongs became my lullaby
as each moment became the next sweet daydream
they began from the joy
of not doing one single thing
all of a sudden
i was swimming with the rainbow fish
of the deep
feeling the rythm
of a new body with fins
you were there too
in my sweet daydrems
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