Orange flesh, fruit savoured, caramel silk, a kiss open to moon's milk. Orange caramel moon, and I ripe underneath. Waking to a unicorn's horn pointing north east.
Fly above the takers, the shouters, the touchers, the hate. Spread wings joyously, filling with richness, arching with fate.
Let him wear his splendid suit and I shall put on my silver shoes, and together we shall dance, into and into the beautiful, beautiful blue.