Like They've Heard A Songstress's Voice

Apricots on the bough, hang like they've got joys joyous. Bees on a rose are dancing deliriously like they've heard a songstress's voice an angel on the vine singing divine! Serpents in the grass are hissing, they've heard the winds got power it's a sacred prayer on a sacramental venture fish in the ocean are leaping to the sun wondering-why such golden baits are-never-caught. But the bats all hangout upside-down-blindly with a grinning smile, smiling at something never seen. Oh, how I love strawberries and cream. Oh, how I love it when my hand is interlaced and there's nothing more to be said or done. Oh, I love it when I can eat fresh ripe apricots and their juices run through my fingers and I get to suck it to its heart, and I get to suck it to its core, and I get to suck it to its stone, and feel it resonates, something even more. Something even more delirious then bees dancing and serpents hissing I-too-have heard the winds got power it's a sacred prayer on a sacramental venture we are creatures on the wind oh, Lord, what an adventure finding an angel on the vine an Apricot fit to eat when-juices-run and bees dance deliriously on a flowers tongue singing joyous how they still feel young. And the fish in the ocean is leaping at the sun just for fun, just for fun the bats all hangout upside-down blindly with a grinning smile smiling at something never seen oh, how I love strawberries and cream and darling because-you-are mine; an angel ripe for picking on the vine.