Little Letters 01

2020-06-25 01:26:18

Purple was the light that fills up my body

Blue, the tint of my balls

Green, our kindred friendship, blossoming

Yellow, the Goghian madness in my mind

Orange was the autumn leaves, caught up in a whirlwind, suspended in dance

And red, the rapid burning of my foolish, moonish heart

Visibility is survival, darling

But I am in fear of being seen; I'd rather die

But if I may slow cook in your armpit, I am not afraid of dying

But, oh but, oh butt, oh the butting of heads

The budding, the burst, the stars, the end

Last but not least

I wish Justin Vivian Bond was my aunt

and I wish your lips were in my mouth

Sleep not too much, not little, well.