My heart is a moonlit paper dragon

My heart is a moonlit paper dragon.
Hey daddy-o.
Come, feel my jaded waistcoat spawn between your tender lips.
Global.
Everything now is warming. My mind is a wandering star. Oh yes, a global moonlit warming wandering star.
We may proceed, we may fail, but only then, yes, only then.

Flashback! Flashback sisters feathery fallen sky. Succumb. Oh yes succumb.
Peanut butter, jelly, babaganoush my radiant soul is a wire. Mama bear. Papa bear. All the bears. We are all buttery peanut bears. Kiss my flaccid aching foreground. For, we are the ones. Lasting, open, hesitant.
Decayed deodorant. Miles Davis. Miles. Miles and Miles. Etta. Etta Schmetta Ketta. Let me be one of your angels.
Let me be the feet on your tables, the chairs on your chairs, the feet on your legs.

Goodbye wallpaper girl. Goodbye. Byegood. By God. Lasting.

Fraudulent kisses daintily. You are but the cherry picking lost horizon of my dreams. Oh how I grieve for your sanguine hips. Your lips, your slips……your fallen cashback prize.

Where the sky meets the land, there is the horizon. I draw a line in the sand, for you. Sand castles. Castles of sand. Micro manage me my mephitis Mephisto maiden.

There is only one. You are my pulmonary gland, my Rio de Janeiro, my Rio Grande. Stay my funny Palestine. Please stay.

Municipal churches align my thoughts across ancient channels cut like ribbons. My heart is a howling wind-rope Tennessee breeze. Unshackled. Unfazed. Cut down in the prime of its rib. Prime rib. Texture like sun. Golden like the window breeze across my shoulders. Please. Father forgive my aching passion. Mother forgive my Corsican dreams. Streams. Schemes.
For as I wander through the valley of the lost sheep, my misplaced shepherd dreams are awakened by my fleecy foolishness, the sky unwinds. Downward like a love-lost hurricane dream-boat. You are my steamy window prize. My hive. My honey-girl. I fall on my knees. Bees. Please. I kiss your cumulative suggestion.

Vortex, uncanny seaward hopes mired in labour’s lust, I entrust. Phantom boats. Ghost ships, oh my Celeste. Lest we forget. I am but a kipper on your cruise ship.

Come my sleepy hollow.

Shop, breathe, make, do, kiss, create, we mimic everlasting pantomime horse parades. We are the last of our kind, the devine. We make do. See through. Eat winter Devonshire teas til noon. Stop the cow! Oh, stop the cow! Stop the sheep. Sleep.