MAGUS

Peaches --- light -- orange --- peachy --

10,000 shards of 3 dimensional lights ...

all on the ruckus red, maroon, brown, pink -- magenta center --

allowance of the friction --

TONGUE and SEED ---

~~~ make Love ~~~

distribution of the assassinations ;

each meeting :

A NEW HONEYMOON

You and Me :

the words;

the separation:

My peachy seedy center

lips all luscious with Juice ++

surround sound "

singular mists **

waves of magic **

cream and Love

bubbles and hearts

Romeos and Juliets.

swim in a heart

shaped like my closed fist

small, heart shaped

Saffola oil heart

You drip SUNS

when your fingers move

you weave webs of sunshines

and your legs

miles and miles of comfort

longing

and finally Rest.

so then the peach with its peachy center --

I whip the erratic seeds

which impregnate

into my Womb

A child to our union:

We name it Love Baby

Your arms will carry it in your pores

and my pores will carry your pores

Transfered Epithet

the Cross; we are its point of intersection.

Drama. Superfluous regime

long hours of wait

but finally a moment

when v say :

"LOVE BABY "