I took the top off for you to look at.
The seed seems chord less without the foundation.
I rounding off sphere for a cookout.
I have bitten off roots for my hands.
I have gravitated scenery for your lungs.
I am under for you to hold.
I have traveled around space leaving straws and hats.
You seem happy, do you need my napkin.
The invisible lines, well those are my tapes.
Seamless nights, I am and you ?
Colors you speak of, I’m fully flourished with or without your spark.
The loud waves you hear, well those are the brick talk.
I’m here to hear and you are loud and clear.
I’ve jumped and you nourished the clouds.
I feel gutter and you stand utter.
I will sit and you pinch tongues with butter.
I’m on and you seemed to sink with rubber.
Well til up and then, you must not remember what I said.

Bottles with or without Babies !!!!!!














