by Avery Ray Colter
It pours forth, advancing outwards,
Taking up all available space,
Leaving no room for despair.
Like a buttery wave it rises,
Then begins to roll,
Half a whisper, half a roar,
Finally washing upon the shore,
Knocking down and dragging under
All that stands against it.
Like jelly made of gold it flows,
Thick and lustrous, how it glows,
Irresistable its guile,
Washing all bitter thoughts away.
It is the big sweet lovely smile
The chubby girl showed me today.