Cotton candy mouthes
Pressure on my face, he knows
All the right moves
Watch it crawl, its tiny heart pulses
In my hands
In my hands.
Creeping but worth eating
Tongues and crisp wings, they disappear

But you tell me, "Don't go. Not yet."
But I go, and I will go
Because my wings
They weren't meant for taste.

Dragon lips and red coated lust
Hearing sighs and promises of another time
But I see puppets cascading all around
Why do we ever have to frown?

But whether arms are pinned down
Or notes are left behind
Ripping again through my mind.
Dusty Dior and Epsom salt
Lets act like Charlize Theron in gold
Or that chick from Hocus Pocus
Nothing better than a fleeting moment.

I need another cup of coffee.