Taste Of Innocence

Buttoned-up sunshine silhouette  
draped in early evening fantasy  
captured in aromatic ecstasy  
 
let me  
 
d    e  
 o     a  
  w     s  
    n     y  
 
let me  
wander  
in your  
 
b r  
       e e  
               z e  
 
Drips of cinnamon touch  
the true taste of innocence  
and her lips melt atop  
burning gasoline jet streams  
 
b  
   l  
     o  
        w  
           n  
 
across the sheets of time  
with the corners holding me still  
sunsets wink good night