I'll leave this longer one to start...
Bubbles of beauty,
Dry orange sunrise hidden,
Peeking?..no… unfolded beneath the duvet.
Parents in the pocket of an old coat,
in a lost cupboard of a postcard dream.
Folded in an envelope.
One purpose, dissatisfied with life,
yet I found joy in my daydream homeland.
Body like a vibration
flesh, aware of skin and the shiver of ten million capillaries each screaming.
And yet in my heart the air is so sweet that tea tastes like perfumed delight,
I feel as though my head is full of petals,
my heart is the dream-like moods of an ocean
though our car flies through the air to its sudden death,
The choking fear in my heart stops my dry throat,
Praise the Lord!…Here I come!