the serene carve out by the brusk snippet of love cocaine. sculpted in unbroken warmth, haunted half-heartedly with the recollection of a memory once recklessly held in the heart. the dove flutters its scissions and rather polishes the rousing cherrily-marrow. the sun is about to unclothe its slivers at dawn, and the dew from the garland lacy has fallen, spilling the beans about panache and ceasefire of remain. […] in a wooden haven / high above the earth / our treehouse sanctuary / a realm of mirth. / on straw-strewn beds 'neath the starry sea. / we wove dreams together—just you and me.