From the cosmos falls
first girls and first boys
constellations of lips
dip brewed in deep
dark magic
pinwheels peppermints
and cotton candy beguile
perfume smiles breathing
blossom songs thick
with simile
no storms or Edgar
Allan Poe lite preened
not even the
bed bugs bite
green-eyed stars are
swallowed whole as
they marvel tug and
tussle on her red chemise.
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