the kiss slipped between my lips

cold

like an ice-cream headache

There’s more, there’s always more. I’m sure. But I’m not sure of what. The days pass and it’s like these decisions have already been made. Life feels complete and when the sun sets I feel pretty. Santa Ana winds today. Hot, so hot. Never-ending summer but I never want summer to end. Don’t want to bundle up in sweaters and shiver. Kiss lips made hard and cold by whipping winds. Defrost in the shower, saying ouch ouch over fingers and toes burning and red. Soft silhouette of mountains against a dying periwinkle sky. Night came so fast, too early. Crickets and trains, dishwashers and put the kettle on. Check today off the list of days to live.

Knights in shiny superego armor slay dragons filled with terabytes

Rescue princesses from 5150 towers

Rapunzel lets down her hair

Shakes out the librarian up-do

But she never comes down

She just has wicked curls

And messy thoughts behind her smile

That make casual commentary cut like critical glass

Tiptoeing through ever after

Yawning, four people dip into an ice cream sundae
Beautiful brunette is adamant, across the way. Damn she has good layers
She’s like oh yeah fuck yeah
Long legs and diet vanilla coke to wash all the leather down

love

is a tiny word

it should wear lifts