Adoration
If I was the artist
The painter
The world would be my high
Painting sheets of clouds with my brush
Like this day
The clouds would be paving a hallway for the waking sun
There would be freckles of young clouds ready to play
The world would start orange with excitement and adventure
If I was that artist
The painter
The sun would wear her sleeves high
Her sides curvy, sexy and luscious
And like this day,
The quarter moon would stay watch until the sun reached climax
There would be stripes for every tribe for harmony
And the underground, like the marble cake, would swirl in love.
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