The pink roses that grew overnight

melt into morning strawberry milk,

it’s sweetness buttering my legs

into neopolitan ice cream.


I dreamt I was the moon to your world,

that you could look at the sky and see me beautiful,

a velutinous kiss of light

to the darkness of your night.


I dreamt I was a peach on a summer day,

that you could sink your teeth into my honey flesh

and savor my stickiness as I dripped

along the sides of your mouth.


The dancing glow that peeked through the blinds

whispered me awake,

and I kissed your lips in secrecy,

just as I have been, for a thousand years.

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