Waking up,
The smell of strawberries
Marries the air
And infatuates me into
An early morning's lust;
I'm in paradise.
Holding your hand,
Fingers intertwined,
As the radio plays
And we stay with the beat.
Leaning in,
This is the moment;
Strawberries flood
My tastebuds,
And then you blew a bubble to the size of your face.
Bathing in bubbles
That are scent-less,
And I'm senseless
And my hands roam
And your mind leaves this world.
A fire burns
And seven bodies
Bare witness to newborn
Affection-
And I swear a star was too.
But I'll never see that star.
That taste seems so vague.
I came in and burst your bubble-
Tastes sweet
Until the flavor faded.
So here we are,
A bubblegum kiss later,
With a layer between us.
