Butter Cream

Peals of grins, shake down around my ankles, cataclysmic. Feet planted, sandy grit and gritty sand, sweet purple puddles. Babe, touch the tip of my lashes, a thousand strokes of

pretty prose. I know you won't forget me. My fingers ring with posies. We blink and diamonds lay like kittens 'round our eyes. Babe, pass the sugar, a thousand cubes of

escheresque devotion. This bed of cotton candy filled with dreams and summer leaves. Lets lay elbow to elbow, press our sides together, decoding clouds and

scrying possibilities. Babe, I'll count the stars with ferocious affection for bread crumbs of your tenderness. We could be nimble frost in buttermilk skies and

yes we could be everything inside of anything, pressing out the empty spaces. Run butterflies across my cheeks the way I run fingers through your hair.

Babe, I'll count the petals in your snowdrifts, each crystal brimming with the best of you. Babe, count the crystals in my rosehips, each calyx grinning for the rest of you.

Babe, peel me like strips of peppermint bark that we'll use to skim this cream.