I have glistened.
Glittered and salivated at and upon a moon.
I have lept a crater to distinguish the fact that you are not me.
I listen to the world of which I left for you and find it too revealing to accomplish that,
I find you in a dream and love every bit of you....
up.........

Can I name you purple ?
I love your lavender hills full of blossoms and coiled flowering pedals with no rain
to feel the weight of water
just pedal drip.

I shout loudly now because I have forgotten what it was that I was all about too jjjoyously.
Dance naked in the rain.
I forgot I was there just the other day..........
dancing jjjoyously in the rain and it created a wet.............
me
It was outstanding, yet wet.
It has to be a ridgid formality,
A BANQUET OF REALITY
a FACINATION OF FALLACY
tO BELIEVE THAT YOU have just become... a one
and I have also been...
a one......
of me.