little fluffy clouds

if I were to paint it    
   
I would dance with the canvas    
like it was Nero's fiddle    
strung across the drum    
of your favorite beat  
   
For me    
It's a Deejay    
spinning an impromptu remix    
of god's deepest fears and regrets    
blended seamlessly    
into bliss    
   
(it's a hell of a drop!)    
   
I would then talk with the feeling    
and name it, ask it its' color    
who it came with    
   
I would get to know it    
compose love notes    
   
find out how best it likes to express itself    
make it relax    
put its' feet up    
   
I would excite it    
make love-to and fuck it    
while pigmented-mud makes the flowers grow    
   
I would pluck one    
present it to it on one knee    
   
I would ask it in the most honest    
and sincere way, if it would marry me