vanilla rum

candlelit  
silhouettes  
dancing on the walls,  
supple  
buttercream  
skin contorting into  
sunny hills,  
waves of amber washing  
over ivory,  
x and bot in reverie,  

she calls herself an oracle,  
 
mother russia's hulking neurons,  
a solitary dimple,  
her mouth corners, the upward  
curvature...
 
like kryptonite, she binds me.  
 
*  
 
perisher,  
lost in gaian eyes,  
that's a coda i can get behind,  
 
and spotify?!  
makes me eat my words,  
she stirs my blood,
ruffles my hair,  
like a deep-sea torrent,  
venus flames,  
a zephyr spurring,  
 

and so i'm lost at sea,  
 
far-out,  
gone happily.