A BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPE
 
Cherry stains my heart and mouth
and the boy that calls me Cherry
Bomb is right. Bombing through

life, not the goddess nor goodness
I wish to be. I mar the surface.
Water shivers. He shims yellow

light on paper white fish scales.
the sun gleams righteously upon us.
Apollo is a punchbowl drunk

 firefly igniting in the air. Superior,
crystalline, he humbles me.
This composure. This godlike light. 

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