my fantasy

i've half a mind
to eat a poem
and swallow every lasting syllable;
to taste verse rind
and get to know 'em,
for smart-word flavours are incredible.
 
but what if i  
could drink a song,
and dribble every last drop on my tongue?
i'd drain it dry,
though still i long
to hear it in my stomach, sweetly sung.
 
i'll sail a fish
across the sea,
and navigate my way with tail and fin;
my greatest wish,
could i be free,
to find a gingerbread house to live in.
 
i'd like to kiss
a butterfly,
or hug a tree, or chase the blushing moon.
do not dismiss
my fantasy,
lest you should fall like summer rain in june.
 
© Copyright 2023 May 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫