Taste of Innocence
Buttoned-up sunshine silhouette
draped in early evening fantasy
captured in aromatic ecstasy
let me
d e
o a
w s
n y
let me
wander
in your
b r
e e
z e
Drips of cinnamon touch
the true taste of innocence
and her lips melt atop
burning gasoline jet streams
b
l
o
w
n
across the sheets of time
with the corners holding me still
sunsets wink good night
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