Pluck the sweet pink-and-whites,
trace their ruffles, blushing
fingertips on lips;
warmth and the smell of
melting caramel.
Some sweetness lingers;
some beauty,
touching the wrong mouth,
leaves death in its wake.
Pluck the sweet pink-and-whites,
trace their ruffles, blushing
fingertips on lips;
warmth and the smell of
melting caramel.
Some sweetness lingers;
some beauty,
touching the wrong mouth,
leaves death in its wake.
