Tambourine

Your hands are shaped like peppermint candy. But the color of your caresses is a fantasy saga, not a novel but an epic. You, her, super-her: trinity of my love, whose steady eyes from a Renaissance engraving portraying Saturn and Venus are echoes of the magazine of my adolescence. Dreams echo on electric keyboards, with gasoline and batteries, to illuminate mortals in gray. The sky that governs us in blue fire, in fashion. Your name, awaited like dawn and smelling strong like wind and tasting like fuel. you will, will, will blow my mind, drain my brain. it was only a short bye, All.