The glass mug
Dishwasher glinting
Slid my way.
Fizz foams
Beneath my crescent
Fingernail,
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.
