Messy
like two actors in a messy soap,
intertwined by branches and spines,
swirling with the wind,
dancing in words of speed,
of bossy finesse,
of classy excess,
with every caress,
tangled in a messy finish.
A shake, Milk and ice cream.
Would you like to know what a five-dollar shake tastes like?
Be my guest. You can use my straw, I don't have kooties.