Plum sandals

Fancy afternoon tea and Japanese parasols

Cascades of vanilla bourbon

We go to places you never dreamed of

In an Asian little play house

You take off your panties

Pink ruffly petals on the floor

You say: “Did you do this before” and I roll my eyes but you know the truth

The cake smells like bubblegum

And your hungry mouth

with tainted cotton teeth

Opens like an umbrella,

like a rain of wet light

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