Honeysuckle, honeybee,

colors dulled-

so vibrantly.

But we feast on

cherries in the nightlife,

honey.

it's nighttime and the colors are blooming.

Bright red juice

stains our bare-foot feet

but we are humming

and dancing to a cherry-filled beat

and the darkness

it blooms with

flowers in the nightlife,

honey.

irises blooming in the nightlife,

love.

The loveliest things seem to happen

to me

when the night is so thick that

youre only a dream.

(and our world is drowning in cherries.)