cream and sugar

because
limber lactose lullabies
of ice cream slipping
down elbows
with tongues to laughily
clean up this mess
spun circles in my mind's
eye last night,
weaving sugary
cream into a loom of jumbled
thoughts and words
until soft eyelids lit up
with dreams,
of santa
claus coming down
the chimney in my
dorm room
and the crooning voice
from my headphones
sitting on the desk chair
next to my bed with
a banjo
(last night
he dreamt the whole night
through and
woke with a head
full of song).
these uncertain realities
blend
like milk in my coffee,
slowly marbling dark
and light
into a lukewarm
caffeinated delight
that i morning-cuddle with,
softly coddling the ceramic
mug with
full palms,
smelling the rich
poisonous potion with deep
breaths and
soft eyes.

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