Sweet as starlight,

perched on a summer rind moon,

cool golden honey sugar sweetness

burning bright chill heat on soft cheeks

snapping cinnamon mint smile,

bright, precocious, brittle

plump woman sitting on a Highland dream

deep bittersweet waters warm and cloyed

and a toothsome scowl she gives.

Based, as some would say,

Sugar-sweet and chocolate-bitter breaking hearts

with her back and forth logic contained

in a leaping-hare mind,

the throaty-laughing woman who dances at sunfall

poises, pauses, takes in her breath deep.

Opening lips wide to swallow the moon

as a Honeybee watches and wonders.

Such passion can’t be contained, but she will,

and she will starburst, suddenly, fiercely,

with a clarity that could outrival diamond yellow,

J’ai plurie, I want to say, but in feverish outlandish dreams

the mug hums of golden glitter tea and her smile

an echoing lipstick print, sunshine-gold

and summer-cinnamon dark.