With you, every night
The moon melts like marshmallows
Over a sea of hot chocolate;
& Every night
Your lips become my straw
To taste the galaxy, everlasting.
Until there isn't a single drop
Left on the edge of your lips.
& The cherry stem the last thing
We eat, before the moon blushes
Red
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