Yellow flowers are the sun’s sweet skin, shining happiness around them,
Like the corners of your mouth when lifted high,
Or when shaped by loving words, that flutter freely from their fulness,
As daffodils and derrieres love where they lie;
Rear-ended by your angel ways, statuesque and pretty perfect,
Grinding hard on me while swaying like a dream,
Your twinkling eyes see through me, to a plume of orange thunder,
As daffodils and derrieres engender steam;
Turquoise kisses falling down on me, chestnut tresses dancing amber,
In the glimmer of a star borne afternoon,
Lips of dripping fire consume me, blissful blossoms swirl and swallow,
As daffodils and derrieres caress a tune;
Springtime showers turn to summer rain, smoking clouds deliver sultry,
In the shadows of your beating purple wings,
You spread them wide to fly for heaven, or be permeated by it,
As daffodils and derrieres inspire things;
Yellow flowers are the sun’s sweet skin, shining happiness around them,
Like the corners of your mouth when lifted high,
Or when shaped by loving words, that flutter freely from their fulness,
As daffodils and derrieres love where they lie;
As daffodils and derrieres love where they lie.
