My Thought’s Only Sea

Newborn-porn flavours my virgin parade
Silverspoon-perfume consoles my lorgnette
Even,
without your scent; coitus chemistry will remain
Shall we,
trek along the dreams we have laid
and,
milk your seed into my field of grain
The,
vision my thoughts only see; surely I cannot forget
-my thought's only sea

Sunshine-wine rains on my blue cloud
Your churchroom-womb is where I fray
And,
where I am content; to drink your bleached milk instead
If you,
clap your feet but not too loud
then,
churn my sober tears that I have bled
These,
crooked lagoons tease my pallet; why did I stay?
-'this was the only sea', I thought