You suck my affection
Like a succulent in the desert
Close to famine
I imagine you as an arrangement
Of green stars cheerfully shining
As I fall into an eternal sleep
The tears that I weep
Have soaked the rich ground
Of your organic lemon tree
As you treat me with
Coffee cake and sensual cuddles
The last time we went
To a cobblestone town,
When we drank hot chocolate When we drank hot chocolate
On a cloudy afternoon,
When we watched a dramatic act
About a jazzy love affair,
It was a ghost dressed in candles
I may not understand
How paper cuts are made
Or how the vintage van smells hazy
Or how the dark sky makes you smile,
But, I comprehend how your hands
Are not afraid to wrap around mine.
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