designer dreams
and chocolate kings
sting you with a kind of sweetness
that is hard to find

and it's funny
because I swear I lost my mind
but here it is
replaying retro rhapsodies

and crooning things I already know

I have slipped out of consciousness
And into my mind
Thoughts teasing me in the worst way
Pirouetting perfect semicircles
Leaping just out of grasp
Past bittersweet few drops
The kind that make you young
When you taste them