Ethiopian Suns

Flowing yellow plasma

shining colors bursting like an orgasm

melt the rocks of my essence

into a steady stream of presence.

Smiles with eyes,

cold ice-cream topped with spice,

Ethiopian orange Suns.

Abnormally enormous soul

for humans' average "fun" size,

You're not resisting

precious pressures of existence,

Unnecessary pieces crumbling behind.

Show me how.

Show me more.

I see you 

gently knocking at my door.

But you're not walking

in when I unlock and open.

Too hot out.

Sun in zenith,

but I am running bare feet,

not after you,

and not from me.

Forget the door,

forget the key.

How come you helped me

bring me back to me?

Let's fly together higher

than Kilimanjaro,

in my blue Moons' reflections

I'll show you bright perfection

of your flowing yellow plasma

I'll make its colors burst

in millions of orgasms.

Forget your door.

Forget your key.

I'm going forward. Come with me.

- to M.A.