Some Kind of Heaven
Some Kind of Heaven
Cake I eat, I eat you, I eat ice cream;
sun comes up, cake goes down, ice
cream melts, then…as if by lucid
magic (spreads easily between layers)
the ice cream becomes caked around
your mouth, my Seraphim, and thus
creamed, lingers on for second tasting.
How many flavours are there in this
cake/ice-cream wheel?
Es so viele, wie es Sterne in der
desert / Dessert Himmel mein Liebling.
21st October, 2015.
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