One night there were only yesses,

Only kisses, only the stars to lead us  to

The place where, used to be, wild things grew,

But these new wild things

Were very wild about mild spices,

And perfectly seasoned rices,

And jasmine tea,

And see, I just love that!

These things make me highly excitable!

And so maybe extravagant yesses

Are ignitable after all. 

Rocket fuel for the soul, Baby.

-jenn