frozen wispy raphsodic canorous air carasses my face as i stroll towards

towards

looks like carina nebula and rosette nebula adorned with incalesceny stars of and gleaming with incendiary lustre and starlight rosewater

but only 's christmas ambrosia did not reach two stars piroutting in a quixotic fantasy chanting each other's name racing to the motley clouds of

we were not but if we were

we would be so beautiful, darling

it's you are a fleeting melody in the carols . your golden eyes so gleeful so quiescent your smile a tender fragment of

you wear a white apron crusted with a chocolate stain on the edge but you look so lovely moonbeams peaking through delicate viridescent spring leaves

it's you're working and it breaks my heart . what it feels like to be an ashen pluto chasing for the molten sun in a universe painted with blue blood and silver scars

do you want to sit by the fireplace flames of artificial and holding a warm mug of expresso and caramel chocolates?

but you're inhaling a blue black orion midnight exhaling a coral venus sunset in where whirls the scent of brown coco and snow kissed cream and rainbow macrons

do you want to be tonight?could take but you don't know ME

i see and drinking coffee at the beige table by the left corner away away from gold and diamonds and opals of the skies

we would morph our own aligning our own crystals and pearls on the lines of our palms grazing each other's skin with frisking in our lonesome hearts

it's all in my head, darling but gives it verisimilitude