My favourite colour orange
Creamed and foraged
In a syrup-silken state
Carried from back to waist

Like generational wealth
You my summery visage
Are a mild fluorescent future

With your generic smile
Siamese twisted and wild
Cornered freckles in style

Chronic comical laughter
Freer then most on the isles of paradise
There is no noose on your neck

So then yes I imagine you here
Star man you’re Venus as a boy
I crave no life on Mars
If I burn from body to soul it’s because of you

-v.