White horses play flutes as they fly.
An elephant enters the room alone.
The land widens around wild animals.

Birds look for serpents who long ago,
abandoned trees for rivers.
Monkeys refuse to do business here.

Daylight trading is outlawed.
When a goat tried to sell milk,
offended neighbors growled.

Woken before their naps were over,
furious dragons set fire to the forest.
Rain was on an extended sabbatical.

Winds, caught by surprise, amplified
the disaster. Eight cheetahs convened
to look into the matter.

After much deliberation, they declared war
on nearby forests. They invoked emergency
powers to enforce curfews and impose sanctions.

Meanwhile, working chickens carried on,
undeterred, delivering eggs
to the world’s citizens.

Skin brushes skin, membranes juxtapose—
legs, breasts, arms, and lips
entwine like a Picasso,
where humans embrace beasts,
and contrasts abound: tanned and pale,
olive and brown. Blue on white—
a default background.
Enhanced red is in focus, fueled by
sudden thrill. Full blush.
Knights of many desires charge
to taste it all, conquer feelings,
free prisoners from lifelong sentences.
The wind hums softly as skies ignite
and stars grow chatty. An evening on the rise.
Every ending leads to a beginning. All shapes
form one body. Power is shared,
pleasure amplified; a dialogue
as intense and consuming
as taut clouds before rain.