horns submerged in cotton candy  

 

it is taurus season. 

 

and the sun has morphed into two spring cherries.

 

you lay in the shadow of a plum tree

 

your back feels heavy

suddenly

turquoise butterfly wings slice through your shoulder blade skin like 

scissors through silk

you’re the tailor and the dress, the needle and the thread

 

you ascend into a holographic sky and pole dance away 

 

to somewhere pink and full of stars

*

lunch with your imaginary girlfriend

 

pancake picnic 

lover’s lunch

 

your date’s antlers are covered in syrup.

 

she promises you in bleeding, sugary love letters

that when she kisses you it will be safe and clean. 

 

it starts to rain and the rain smells like sunny D.

 

you are in love.  

*

blue raspberry is my favorite fruit

 

blue raspberry angels watch over a house in the mountains

 

while neptune’s moons dance on the lawn.

*

volcano make-out session 

 

grape fanta volcano violens

 

snakes kiss under a sticky purple sky.

 

the animals and lightening turn green 

and you take a drag of magenta firework smoke.

 

you clean your teeth with wasp venom after you touch her inner cheek with the back of your

tongue.