Blast Paradise

Bubble burns and

Cream-sickles drift from the

Sky in a heap of bursting bliss, creep

on my spine in a cluster of

pin-pricking trinkets, sprinkle my

Neck with rose-thorn nectar and collect

Irrevocable residue on my cherry

-Painted lips.

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