Ooga booga darling.
It's me, sunflower face
the fox-hearted misdirected letter of your dreams.
I live in the space between the walls.
I play Candyland with brain-injured devils
for a *** of chilly blue dawns.
I raid your fridge while you dream of dolphins.
I tip toe around your place, judging the art,
boiling the pasta, making a mess.
That's me saying "love me" from the heat vents.
That's my voice on the tv during your ballgame,
making you ***** with the settings.
Give in, please. I haven't got all day.
Once, I was an Egyptian queen.
Once I was a Dutch laundress.
Now I live inside your Jiffy-Pop, getting hot, expanding suddenly.
It's me, sunflower face,
the fox-hearted misdirected letter of your dreams.
You'll wake up in love with me.
You'll wake up as a black horse wearing a feather plume.
You'll wake up to find me in bed next to you, staring.
I've put my stamp, my kiss, my spell on you.
Easy my high-stepping Friesian, shh shh...
It's all right, I'm a specter and I've got the cure
for all your missteps, I'm an oval track, fresh spring clover,
a pinch of salt, and a lot of black cat!
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
Ooga booga darling.
It's me, sunflower face
the fox-hearted misdirected letter of your dreams.
I live in the space between the walls.
I play Candyland with brain-injured devils
for a *** of chilly blue dawns.
I raid your fridge while you dream of dolphins.
I tip toe around your place, judging the art,
boiling the pasta, making a mess.
That's me saying "love me" from the heat vents.
That's my voice on the tv during your ballgame,
making you ***** with the settings.
Give in, please. I haven't got all day.
Once, I was an Egyptian queen.
Once I was a Dutch laundress.
Now I live inside your Jiffy-Pop, getting hot, expanding suddenly.
It's me, sunflower face,
the fox-hearted misdirected letter of your dreams.
You'll wake up in love with me.
You'll wake up as a black horse wearing a feather plume.
You'll wake up to find me in bed next to you, staring.
I've put my stamp, my kiss, my spell on you.
Easy my high-stepping Friesian, shh shh...
It's all right, I'm a specter and I've got the cure
for all your missteps, I'm an oval track, fresh spring clover,
a pinch of salt, and a lot of black cat!
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