"Tell U.S.
To make me a Barong Bi'Shirt
(In the shades of Your suns
Beneath bright bambu brown)
Orange, pink, yellow, and red-lime
(Lighting solar disks and comforting water)
Without a Doubt
Yin-Yang Keys
(Covers and Pillows,
Children of Volcanoes)
Then he'll be a true love of mind
(Answering his gentle Sandalphone call)
Tel Aviv
Finds abundance of bread
(Besides a Cherished Book:
A sprinkling of loaves)
Orange, pink, yellow, and red-lime
(Washes sins
In sweet incense candles)
Between Seoul
Spices and reed seas
Stands (His Samurai polishing His Guro)
Then we'll be true lovers for hours...
Tell her,
A small cloud
The size of a bulb:
(lol, blazing
On Olive Mount Zion)
Orange, pink, yellow, and red-lime
(Kuyyate requests
Our swings to Singk-IL)
And gather Two
By Honey and Miryam
(And come
To a House
On the Disney Prairie)
Then you'll bee a true love of flowers
Are you coming to Jerusalem Fair?
Orange, pink, yellow, and red-lime
Remember Me you who live out
There, they twice were true lovers of mine"
