They play games like
tag and peek-a-boo...

Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets...

Tortoiseshell eyes sigh at the gaze
of his senorita, she hikes like she...

Pinched cheeks vine along
a coconut's bungalow...

Chicago streets litter themselves
with sequins and vintage gin...

Last night I had to unpack
a thought of you...

She
whispers...

You sauteed raspberry-pomegranate sorbet
'tween honeymoon jargon and...

While the moon strolls along
sunscreen soaked puffs...

Between fields of
corn husks and...

And as you hitchhiked between
forlorn lamp posts and...

Dusk and dawn camouflaged
themselves inside a fallen...