Beauty You

We were leaving the hot mean boiling

skilleted sky behind

Dreaming about cooler, blue-ruled worships;

Drunk in the heady heaving

Peach-drink spring of love.

Flung into the lupine-ready

Earth trend beddings

Soprano purple, song of love,

To lavishing leggy gowned

Atomic goddessy

Garden grottoes.

Floody honey music

Beauty, you.

Drunk in the heavy breathing, peachling

Spring song of love

Floody beachy honey music

Beauty, you.

Dreaming about cooler, blue-ruled worships.

Song of love.

Drunk in the heavy breathing, peachling

Spring song of love,

Floody beachy honey music,

Beauty, you.