If.

Hand me the pleasure

Treasures upon treasures

On some kind of daing

Daring adventure

Kind of a new play

A slide that goes in reverse

Twisting the days

Folds time

Crosses legs

Darling what kind of legs

To wrap me in outer space

Golden and cotton

Fall into rising cake

Daring the cold with bells

Chiming their icicles

And it cares,

 FOR IT!