I tried to become a dream,a vision in violet,at war with your oven and the powder blue sky that sought to distract me,emulating the eyes of my beloved.I gazed out the window in a hazy, happy stupor,until the kitchen was filled with silent, staring smoke,judging and tutting as I fell under your spell. You were…

Sprinkles of summer rain on your soft skin,cinnamon sticks on the window sill,burnt to nothing,and I,burned at both ends but still aflame for you.My lips tingle and tremble,heart fluttering as the fantasy finds a life of its own,growing, glowing, towering tall above us,as we kiss in a shadow in the summer rain.

I don’t want to be young forever,just old with you,yours, truly,like the sweet morning light belongs to the sun.

My fluttering heart is tight within your grasp,gaining ground in our sweet game of flats,calling out across aching waves to my Captain,captured in your complex, chronic kiss. I line you with my lipstick,circling you, like salt,sealing you in my spell. Mine. Mine. Mine, alone. These are my wishes.These are my terms.

The night is sparkling, starstruck,I am awestruck,underneath the orange moon,warmed by amber flames,waning in your waiting arms.