I have fireworks in my stomach.
The sizzle and explode
with a red-hot lust for love
adventure and life
The fireworks burst
in flamboyant colour
Blue green red
hope luck and adventure
The problem?
They can’t leave my stomach
The bursting excitement would burn
down my sincere forest heart
Would disrupt the garden of wisdom,
my mind
and as for my love organs?
I can imagine the disaster
So I keep my fireworks in my stomach
And I don’t know how long they’ll stay