Soft colored wings in blue ambianceI would open my nectar pods wide
Our connection would reveal our aesthetic
We would spiral into heaven
You with sustenance
With my fruit in your belly
We both cosmically would thrill
In the ecstatic
Some things are controlled
In the blue cloud of consciousness
Intention is unnecessary
Action without volition
Is purity of purpose
There is no second guessing
Unconscious actions
Unfettered grandiosity rules
The wings flap
The grains on the wings
Turns out to be texture
There is effervescence in the flutter
The withdraw and glance
Is a surreal salute between lovers
The feeding tube sucks air
There is a pithy disconnect
We both cosmically would thrill
In the ecstatic
Some things are controlled
In the blue cloud of consciousness
Intention is unnecessary
Action without volition
Is purity of purpose
There is no second guessing
Unconscious actions
Unfettered grandiosity rules
The wings flap
The grains on the wings
Turns out to be texture
There is effervescence in the flutter
The withdraw and glance
Is a surreal salute between lovers
The feeding tube sucks air
There is a pithy disconnect
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