When I dreamt of you, you were petals on my eyelids
citrus mist in bursts of juices running down my jaw
I lapped your murky mixtures from the frothy brim
planting puckered pressures to your wiry grin
you were melted nectar, sticky sap on my palm
and in rising clouds of warm morning tea I found calm
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
When I dreamt of you, you were petals on my eyelids
citrus mist in bursts of juices running down my jaw
I lapped your murky mixtures from the frothy brim
planting puckered pressures to your wiry grin
you were melted nectar, sticky sap on my palm
and in rising clouds of warm morning tea I found calm
