honeydew souls, watching 6 year olds
spreading it all over raisin fruit bread and lick
it off from short chubby fingers.
damp hair on satin pillow sighs,
swallowing swollen tongues in empty parking lots.
eyes crimson with nostalgia's chlorine - choking on our own tears.
rain all over the leather seats of your SUV.
screaming the sun's name 'til your lips blister and the evening sky is splattered in terracotta 'Nd burnt
sienna paint (cus baby the vanilla chapstick won't smoothen the cracks.)
your hands in my hair and my eyes
are the sun and moon.
what is
tomorrow when—
we've
got
all
the
time
in
the
world.
