Essentially Samantha

Fruit is ripe, thick apple slice in the sky The moonlight shines out, cinnamon twist in the hand Toad grips and slides about, a sparrow a song Madness is never far, and never so wrong Make it make sense when I can Move your body about, a dance or a jive Spinning around treacle jumps on the inside A sliver a sprite, a bungee jump makes it right Freedom of air through my hair And when the wind rushes it gasps A tumble a fall Trying to make sense of it all And the moment is ripe Cherry pips on the tongue A laughter a song I used to know what madness was, I was wrong.