wouldn't it be nice

steel tulips
butter wasps
jelly pebbles
water leaves
razor kisses
concrete shadows

nonsense

to the moon and back
i went for you,
with a mission for the passion that tasted so new.

heated skies
apple pies
tenderness and
broken pieces.
pick them up and slam them back;
let them
coat your throat.

my sweet surprise,
your metal eyes
have turned my heart to stone.
now i roam
these concrete streets
dreaming for a home.

amber, ruby, golden
sunbeams
light me up but
put me out.
saccharine sunsets are old news
without familiar upsets.

to the moon and back
i've been for you.