Quash or squash…
my feelings for you?
Impossible say I;
it ain’t possible
to size the spread sky into a palm-hold;
my heart is like a hose
squirting love all over your being;
Dear, note!
I’ve squirreled my dearest emotions away
in the large bosom of mine
that periodically sighs in an amorous way;
rain love on me
from your soft and wet heart
for a squishy effect,
my sweetheart!