Let us not loose our minds.
Let us know we are the stars children, created to dance in the colors we choose to flail about.
Let us release and love the outburst that is us.
Let it be more colorful than beige.
All color taken out.
Let it sear the skin and make all things seem inevitable.
Let the pleasure dry the mouth and moisten the hips.
Allowing the swerve of the curve of your lip to rest on the knee.
Tickle the insides of me.
Let us not loose our minds in the desert of doubt the plantation more raped than pleasured.
Let us breathe in the sweet smell of delicate encounters chipped by desire.
Let us not reflect like glass yet soak up like earth.
Allowing the moisture to turn us to mud.
Feet swollen with ache in fun.
Ache in romance.
Ache in acting.
Ache in painting.
Ache in laughter.
No ache in heart. Leave ache of heart in the land of bland.