Roses and cupcakes
And honey-skinned girls in bikinis
All the things you devour
Between chores in your reality
All that you desire
Is just a dance floor for your index finger
Puppies and fiddle leaf figs
Cerulean skies over turquoise water
Hammocks strung between palm trees
And the perfect shade of a greasy red
Smears the rim of a vintage cocktail glass
Moments spill into days
of forgetting where we are
Cluttered by reminders of who we should be
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