bubble gum entranced
her cotton candy lip gloss
curly pigtails by chance
left me in the frost.
she's a lolita daydream
with her lollipop in keen
stockings in between.
hem, lace white blouse,
almost ridiculed
in her shear house.
east coast silver lines
underly my astronomic demise.
she fiddles her fingers &
asks.
"do you love me?"
why, my cheeky rose.
i envied her plump lips,
while i spoke to her
