i dreamt of you last night, my sordid fantasy
it was a dazing, saccharine dream
your body was a Sundae, my room was pink and soft and twisted
i suffer low blood sugar, help me.
you nodded "Yes."
you whispered " Yes."
and i proceeded
to dine on cotton candy and molten ice-cream
to sip on boiling caramel and sweet syrup
i won't give up on licking, eating
my way
into your cherry core
you are my birthday present
a birthday cake
cut into fifty pieces
half-eaten, half-forgotten
Art credit: https://www.facebook.com/MissFluff
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Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
