Everywhere mosquitoes buzzing like a static TV

Dots of vex on my skin

I hear you singing like mosquitoes

Everywhere peacocks laughing like chalk dust music 

Chills in my love red blood

I hear you laughing like peacocks

There, a hut home

A metal roof weaved with nature

A brick wall with open arms

I penguin forth

I see silken sari of a sunset’s kiss 

I see teetering like a 3 leg table

I see skin of elephant trunks dipped in tradition

I see hands of the grand canyon lost in time

You carousel around

You see cotton bliss of a mushroom dress

You see toddling like a two leg table

You see skin of chinchilla fur brushed with curiosity

You see hands of the soft great plains

Great plains twined in Grand Canyon

I waddle you wobble

Dirt tickles our toes

Love twining our fingers

You show me the temple

An Earth floor of serenity

A marble wall of stability

Hands together we pray for each other