we lay tangled in the grassy meadow, with fingers sticky from sun dried figs among the pouches of sweetness fallen down from trees. our hair drenched in the july warmth, among the garde...
don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...
her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
hold my fingers into the mellow su…
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
the sun looks like a slice of oran…
under the thousand and twenty thre…
from where i lie i see the skies so clear that i see the crocodile float laz… a stork lands on the surface, it flies away with a guppy in its…
tucked in my blue pullover on the…
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
i float on a still pool of milk in…
warm egg yolks for the middle, and…