By the road to the Emerald City Think of the colour, and it is you— it’s your mind, it's your body, it's your clothes! It warns me, the man, of danger, warms the bull in me, pulls me in deep where gladly I love, flame, die and am reborn in you. Mars wars, the Bordeaux grows, and here on an ocean of poppies we get lost, make it, and sink into the passing bliss together. Here I mine the twinned cinnabar crystals of your soul, kiss you with cherries, take you with strawberries, and massage the filaments of your rhubarbarian heart with the unerring fingers of a chi master. I am your dog, Clifford, adoring and devoted, Erik, your Viking, untamed and vigorous. Always, I am your beet, your twizzler, your Manfred Von Richthofen— le petit, le diable, le baron rouge! Think of the colour, and it is me. © alan girling
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This one sends me! Ooolala....this one simmers. I adore it!
A mess of colors and emotions.