In Xanadu, You and I…
We lynch jasmine tea bags with a white noose,
And arm our soprano slingshots with tones.
The predators and preys will call a truce,
Assembling choirs to croon in baritone.
Our fingertips stained with caramel
From playing chords and riffs on sugared keys.
In chocolate covered tongues we chant the spell,
A ubiquitous taste we do agree.
Conducted by penguins of flight bereft,
Vibrations run amuck and tantillate.
The nimbus Fred Astairing right to left,
Seduced and overwhelmed it perspirates.
In the noumenal kingdom so sublime
Is immortal love in rhythm and rhyme.
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