cherry tree blossoms dart this way and that
in the blushing wind, slowing into a drifting waltz
to land on your rosy nose
dusted with icing sugar freckles.
you giggle as you try to catch them in your mouth,
those perfumed pink petals that swim
through the tangible pale purple sunset,
and your laugh sounds like a trickling stream
of lavender water, wriggling its way through velvet hills
and knotting itself around candyfloss trees.
i giggle as i watch you twirl in your orchid blouse
because you make constellations bloom inside me.
The feeling of your fingers on my candy apple skin
paints over my wrists with rose-gold flecks
and the feeling of your raspberry lips on mine
makes me feel silly.
Above you, in the pastel rosé sky,
peach-scented soapy clouds foam gently,
and the sun emerges sleepily
from the soft horizon.
