Chanterelle
Loosing senses when I was about
to see my soul mate
Her Eyes were about to twinkle
Like a quasar
My body was about to erupt
When I lost consciousness
Her aura was too powerful
To see the hidden moon, inside
I had created a sculpture
And worshipped its aroma
So much that my rudder was
fevered
And my forehead was ricked
When I reached the pinnacle
Of the mushroom, one that
I had eaten from Her Hands
I heard a last lullaby
Congratulating me for being the
last one
Who cared to dance
And played lyre
2012-03-18
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