like a plum rose
in soft velveteen
and a sunrise jacket...
Apricot all precious
good golden apple
that lucky dream
in our Midsummer Night
with Shakespeare in stockings
and nodding violets all in a row.
Apricot - frutaceousopen sun filled insides
and warm earthen globe...
Tells the tongue of luscious tales
in the fleshy redolent balm...
all wanting
all bawdy
and sweet
and smooth
and musky bite.
We'll bring edible sunlight in a basket of us.
And whether you should win or you should lose
I shall never mind
but to share in your
everywhere smile.
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