lightning lizards sizzle
in the melancholy drizzle
of my noon day sun
how they run, how they run
across the sands, lost in fun
as they crackle and they spark
in the deserts of my heart
neath the dunes as they scheme
eating violet electric dreams
that they sting, while they sing
of involuntary things
it's such a lonely lullaby
for my hyper bu*terflies
as they flutter and they stutter
while they mutter neath the thunder
in the summer of my slumber
where you wait for me alone