Far above our paper houses, God spilled milk
into the sky. Smeared clouds to make curd sunsets.
Beautified that chalky orange against the white street
lamps, as if to mimic a paradise, as if to say, "Never leave."
The candy dust from our pixie sticks agree.
Blue, purple, pink- say, this can be life.
It can always be this sweet, it can just be
me licking sugar from the corner of your mouth.
It can be us tangled in a waltz beneath the lights
stationed over our heads. Our haloed silhouettes,
the dazzled reflections of lovers' dreams. We can stay here
like the lotus eaters and decay happy, dancing together.