My tummy's
a-rumbling, rushing
Into mid-day with
Last night's dreams
still in tow
Between sleepy
lashes
Of mine eyes.
I can only collect
Falling dew
On tip of my tongue
As visions of you
Melt and leak
Out my head
Down the tip
Of my nose.
I might eat your
Candy-cane fingers,
Blue water-apple
face,
Eye-balls on a
lollipop,
Shred strawberry
centred
Marshmallow tongue,
And slurp
The cappuccino cloud
hair.
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