Welcome back sonny
won't you take a seat right here...

I want to be your thunder
and make your heart tremble...

Red is for those sweet sung apples
dipped in flowing caramel...

I feel stretched like a lazy house cat
yawning on the happily lit porch...

Sometimes gifts of speech destroy;
infuriated tornadoes that lick malice...

I imagine that gleaming city lights,
are falling on your curly strands of cinnamon...

Thunder tumbles in
like a gymnast ready to take on her last...

When it comes down to God's mighty will,
hate is undoubtedly nonexistent...

I twirl my cocktail umbrella
comforted by its serene shade...

I feel -the day after today- will have a hard job...
for her sunshine cakes are highly demanded by even...

.................................Bug Eyes
...................................Perceive...

I hesitate...
throwing an acrobatic emerald...