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.