The clouds at sunset spin
to sugar, cotton candy pink
a carnival of delights in the sky
I long to take a ride
on the gilded carousel
feel the horses glide
I long to sit with you
on the giant ferris wheel
rising up to the stars
take your sticky hand in mine
and lick your sticky lips
sweet with spun-sugar
and delirious with my kiss.

05/08/1999

Posted on 05/05/2003
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