glistening

Dearest, here I am
I'm feeling better
I was in a bad water place
a hell gate
but taps on the wall
and a morning shower
worked wonders

yodel-ah-ee-he-yos
hot water fell in long rows
sliding down my rosy roes
swiss chocolate drops
and figaros
inside along my wet allegros
slipping to my posy toes
I moaned it felt so good
I stood in the falls of loving you
and kept my eyes closed
I'm better off when I'm serene, above
awash in an alpine pool of your love
yodel-a-ee-he-he-o
give that fire another poke, darling
and please
if it's not too late
make it a cheeseburger.











images:
John Singer Sargent, Alpine Pool, 1907
mashup via figaro