In raspberry rain
and in mulberry midnight,
and in strawberry sunset.
I sit, soft as a marshmallow,
as I admire the cherry clouds,
fantasising the fruits of life
I mount myself on mint mountains,
as I stare up at the sugarcoated stars
as the strawberry sunset turns into
a luscious, liquorice limbo,
where whole thoughts squirt out.
Never, never to hurt anyone again.
i want to dream about you!
because I want to palpate your pink masculinity
(in a stargaze-like state)
I will take your shining sun in my shadow soul
and breathe in the algid air
with my ebon eyes stuck on you( only you)
to fight forlorn sorrows
scuppering in my saturnine soul.
No sorrow shall scupper in your sun,
your pearl-like eyes
I have now completed the mystery of love
I will wed with you
After battling my bedevils.
I will be always smelling
And setting my dying-for-love lips on your full-of-love lips.
I walk upon the caramel moon-dust,
as I walk to the edge and espy an Earth
of crimson and coal. Caused by the
humans and their romance with rockets.
The waters now a silver sludge,
and the land looked like a dying fire.
The Earth was converted to a candle
for the Solar system.
Men are a mix of mindlessness
and mercilessness. Man manufactured
and marauded their planet.
We should have wished for wit!