The glass mug
Dishwasher glinting
Slid my way.

Fizz foams
Beneath my crescent
Index dipping into
The solar system
Rippling at the rim.

Stars large like
Vanilla scoops.

Tinges of morning
Scooped, raised
By silver spoons.

Frozen flavors frosting
Tongues and throats
That once soothed
Untamed sleep.

Royally blended sunset
Kissed by coral lips.

Confetti, pale dots
Of pink,
A stirred duo.

Light and bright.

Creamy smears glimmer
Before eyes and bellies
Of chilly appetites.

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