Poo poo eyes in your foo foo world
could you come here for a moment,
and pretend to fill my curl
with all of your laughter and your orange tumbling down
your green silk cascading and your lemon drops
hitting the ground. Your sweet candy chatter
and your dungeon yells my belly is so full of you
in your poo poo world. Your eyes of china
and your pindrop stare, your wisecrack heaven hollers
up my spine but your fingers do the laughing
as they do time on my brain. You remain
a fading memory caught in my net of good times
gone by. How I miss you on a night like this when
the dragons slay me and the alligators bite
I lose my muffin in the wind and the cards fall
on my bloodstained chin. Arising to the dew morning
I keep coming back again to your now distant
memory that gets under my skin.
Nancy Annabel
Reason for writing:
I had visions of a long desired for person approaching me with colors flying.
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