suma, the boy as a star shooting
I want to be sailing. on spaceships through
the universes while we drink moonjuice and
talk about what an amazing world it is out there.
I want to go back there. to the mountains where
eyes turn blue and the rivers pulse foolsgold;
but I don't want to be alone on the banks, harping.
I want to make peace with the lovers I've had,
hope that they all forgave me. because my love is
strong and flavorful, I do not stay put in the kitchen;
which means I am not faithful. so when FREEsuma
swam up to with his shark fin shuddering; "you!
I want to make you my beautiful girl." while I am
quivering in the sea, I want to be sailing.