Let’s Toast

Confluent, confocal, confusing, Confucian’s themes -n- theories, dilate thy pupils while scrutinizing thy scruples, deluding an illusion, barely escaping delirium -n- adding to an amazing conclusion, over in Madagascar listening to Hail Mary, while the God’s hand down judgments, eating thimble berries, making blood with water, mixed with the flesh of sweet cherries, minds -n- spines belonging to thine, giving to you, giving to me, souls sucking milk from the nipples of the breast tree, the Sun helped thy Moon lose weight for it use to be fat, angels soaring with their wings drawn back, holding the Moon up, so it wouldn’t collapse, an octopus tenderly being eaten by ten tenrecs, hard to see for its tenebrous, just the two of us, thy skin dipped into lust, our secretions color parts of us, while thy air digest our sexual musk, while the sky pours the juices of slippery elm -n- sheep berries, while we hide in the clouds, while the birds wash us up, this scene is loud -n- can’t be hushed, talapoins -n- tamarins playing tambourines, eating tongue fish -n- tempura, then they eruct in a rush, for thy volcano will erratically erupt, erotomania, the God of Love arose Eros, witches in heat, flying on the backs of horny goats, to those with expensive tongues -n- rich throats, Bel Air Rosé or Grand Marnier, to the God of Orgasm, Nakameche  let’s toast.