by Brittany Crosby
Drip drops of sun on my thirsty tongue.
Squeeze juicy wine from pink pears.
Stroke my cheek with a sugary wave.
Sniff pollen dusted apricots and tickle my little nose.
Shake golden raindrops from fluffy flower pedals.
Pinch a bee and kiss its fuzz.
Sprinkle salt from a purple raspberry into my open hand.
Shake spiky peaches off their stems.
Suck the honey off a blade of grass.
1 thought on “Sugar Lane”
I don’t know where this fairy land is but I want to go there! I choose the matrix. Lol. Appreciated the use of the imperative here, don’t see that often.