they dance across fields of yellow or white.
oblivious to thoughts,
frustrations and love
from which they birthed.
existence of contrast.
wrong and right.
spat in rage;
lustful velvet application,
regurgitated for our own amusement.
emptied from my throat.
mixed and arranged likeness, not unfamiliar just not heard.
even if your own, love them, keep them, pass them on.