Clouds are like balls of cotton

but are actually made of linen.

Ollie really likes to look at the clouds

and he will fly among them some day.

Mike, the border collie, told Ollie

y’all goin’ to be swimin’ with the fish.

This would be a rad concept if

thaitin eitilt liom.

I can hear the wind rushing past me

while I taste the salty breeze.

Your rose hips perfume wafts

gently through the air.

Your red hope is to be with us when

we marry even though we do not love each other.

I see golden orbs when I hear your voice, and

taste angel food cake when I touch your skin.

As I see your hard hair, it makes me think

of clouds being like cotton balls.