Wednesday, January 22, 2025

πŸ’ŽπŸ‘

The conditions are just so

So that

On Uranus it rains diamonds 

A climate of shine and hard angles

Of blue glamor


You can’t deny butts 

And the possibility that the perfect one evokes diamond rain

And the way I want to kneel at the alter of someone’s

Tush because the yearning has been met completely

I have the body in front of me

I love it and it is my church

Soft angles, warm home

On your anus it rains diamonds

But I haven’t been there yet

1 comment:

  1. This is an achievement -- to turn a Uranus pun into actual poetry. You can't deny butts

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