HIGH ON THIS ISLAND
High on this island of love, I am in slithers over
the form of you - there are things showering down
on me right now from some other Heaven above.
I do not know the name nor the place, and, like
that watchman with his lantern, I will be always
at the ready. Knowing not the minute nor the hour
has never really been this much fun. I love your
paisley chuckle, I love your flowered groin.
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