Please Touch Gently

Touchez doucement s’il vous plaît

Pastel rind & citrus clouds

Gold guild my dreams like Gustav Klimt

Preserve the clippings from the

lemon tree

Set the leaves upon your mattress

dive in enveloped by yellow

            Outlaw the crimson, the

            pumping, the fighting

Dew drips from petal

and lands in wide open mouth, on

pink tongue

It tastes sweet

It tastes of nothing