Soft, sweet, juicy,

Like:

Marshmallows

Cherries

Ice cream

Rain.

Ignites the stars of my mind’s sky to

Burn

Burn.

BURN.

Deep reds-blues-whites-yellows.

Rough and surprised,

shaking from the unfelt cold.

There were fireworks when I first tasted your lips,

Months ago.

They’re still here.

Thundering inside my brain.

I don’t mind at all.

Not

One.

Bit.