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.