Tuesday, September 9, 2008

like butterscotch

and chocolates fingering
tongues in a caramel dream time meltdown

a resurrection from certain doom
there was a numb nothing

just a shell of me

then a cracking sound

then everything was chocolate milk toffee
coffee cake crumbling
all over the bed
all over my skin
dream it endless
dream it too good to be
and sweet.