The chocolate’s thick, the cream heavy.

The breeze tastes of summer and embraces.

I’d go to water my jasmine, if there’d be guts in my belly.

For now, I dangle here in my mind, until it this rush replaces.

Rush, rush, rush.

Things go get whirled in a slush.

Where’s the time to breathe?

Who to sit with while I the claws sheathe?

Alarms ring, bells sing. We could walk yonder though our hearts sting.

For now, though, I let our hearts beat heavy with rush.

And dream about that summer and those embraces.


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