TASTE: (St.) Nick once sent
an interesting proposition my way
that produced an introduction
which occasioned...an uncorking...
of the unusually potent kind.
BREATHE: A heady aroma
of sauteed, melting clocks served
with clarified (in)sanity...
as Twilight arrives (just in
time for fresh ground coffee).
wrapped in rose petal sheets,
warmed by the heat of molten lips
...trailing languidly 'cross pliant
PICTURE: Rainbow colored
passion gently falling on painted
yellow deserts...and flowering
mighty leaps from (mere) cows
...above smiling moons.