This fertile soul pollen
is born from a lung purr,
some feathery light-
-joy of life, has tickled my core,
and from the pink pit of my stomach
to my pink cheeks, It is perched,
proudly on wide toothed beams.
My body bounces in rhythmic soul sound;
fertile soul pollen,
it peppers the air and tickles noses
until the whole company is in one,
joyous soulful orchestra
of melodious rhythmic bouncing,
grins holding each other,
peachy lotus' appear to bloom
from each peachy cheek
and each teeth wide, like glitter alive.
My soul pollen peppered the air
until lotus' bloomed from everyone's cheeks
and health was shared, and everyone's teeth.