French toast and crepes passionately
kiss your lips while chestnut
praline and crème brulee shake
your hips. Sugar in the form of
antique yellow and lights—race
your blood as quick as does an old
downtown night. A silver screen–both
large and small—enshrouds you as
snugly as days of Fall. The radio that
inhabits your room is near-equal to
the joy of a flower’s bloom. A bookshelf
that’s a hundred-years-old is coated
in invisible shade of gold.
Need you say more?
-Christine B.
