blazing, slowly melting like colors fading in hues of serenity a tangerine honey-glazed february, why are you so different in the water, where you sparkle next to the willow tree? lemon-drop sugar, blinding there are angels in her eyes collecting galaxies of neon waves, nebulas of rosy fallacies, fairy-floss from shades of mixed berries a little cherry, bittersweet And you could, in all your power, deprive me of the same shade of blue, the trace of grey as it fades into you. But would you be so cruel if you knew?
