Flying Pants

flying pants
rhyming dance
tossed out reading with a glance

birth time
paradigm
smiles & laughter, yours and mine

cupboard food
lovely mood
spins & twirls happily queued

see you soon
perhaps we'll croon
driving home beneath the moon

no suspense
making sense
calling as we close distance

starving boy
filled with joy
craving that I don't annoy

poet thing
have to sing
sit beneath an angel's wing

love comes down
to kiss the ground
see what riches I have found

remembered bliss
boo & hiss
looking forward to your kiss