Maple Syrup

Maple syrup dreams

The garden of roses doused in reds

Buzzing of bees at your kneecap

A handicap desire skips in the middle of my chest

My mouth is a hollow cave

It hollows out on a platform of colorful lies

My paper heart crumbles with laughter

This music makes me love you like never before

I eat rainbows and cherries

My breakfast swells at the hem of my lips

We make love on the dining table

Pour some sugar and some ice

I like my coffee cold and sweet

Smack your lips twice, clenched fists and open windows

The wind and your touch

The dust and your body against mine

Maple syrup dreams, sweet and astonishing

-Nameera.