Wading through a river of stars our lips touch like butterflies from a canon taking a bellybutton bath with mister neptune and my hippopotamus tennis shoes on.
Moon light bounces off the ocean and gets stuck in your hair.
Does my voice not have wings? Yours are the only ears I wanna disco and I say “you are who i’m breathing for.”
Putting a raisin under your pillow and a couple in your heart to fall out when you laugh, like a volcano laughs at a chinese octopus you need a cat chasing angels out of a kitchen.
A blue crab apple spider makes a web out of bannana cream.
Does my voice not have wings? Yours are the only ears I wanna disco and I say “you are who i’m breathing for.