I wake up in a caramel dream
drenched in slanted, marshmallow light
and awash with a dazzling lemon glaze
Your touch, like heat on a soft pale dough
bakes my skin until it glows
a delicious golden brown
And then you kissed me, on the forehead
a gentle poke to see if I was ready
as a smile spreads across my cheeks
like a rising bread.
Wrote this poem during my vacation at Harrison Springs, BC. I left this on the notepad for the housekeepers to find. 😛 Very deliberately poetic of me, hehe.