Rocket To Russia

Could you believe me saying something truly insane like;
I want to dance with you and let a mood take us both away.
All the way to outer space
I would sing you to sleep; nothing you’d ever heard before,
an original melody.
For you, relaxing under a perfectly trimmed tree
(In a virtual 3D rendering.)
I could request the nearest hummingbird
To harmonize with me,
A doe would rock your hammock
While I keep the fire burning
I want you to never have to do anything
So, you could do everything you want
I would bear the weight of your soul.
If you would be a God Queen,
my sultana.

I know you like a good stromboli; so if you love cheese,
you have to like me.

Would you go on a gothic, lime green picnic with me?
We could day-drink and smoke weed.
I’ll bring the stromboli
I don’t think bees are stupid anymore.
I think theatre, and birds are cool.
I fancy myself an author you know
and a dandy fopdoodle¹, a sort of gnashnab².
I never saw myself dancing with anyone before
But when I think about you, I’m like a bird on national geographic.
I can’t stop moving.
I keep looking for you, the nicest stone because
You’re like rock & roll to me. If that makes sense.
Or like a jazzy rap beat (the ones where they sing about a shawty),
sour cotton candy?
Perfectly toasted broccoli & spicy spinach with bacon bits.
When I see you, I get the same feeling YOU get
When you see a kitten making biscuits.
I need to dance with you, girl.
You know I’ve never danced before.
You know I hate church but, with you
A church is the first place I want to go.

We could get married to a choir in all black veils
In a domed chapel with blood red walls,
It’s in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Wouldn’t that be sweet?

& Kinda scary?