In a dream, I bit into a red
bean bīng and woke next to you, to find
syrup hyphens melting on your thumb.
You taught me to tickle the belly
button of a raspberry to make
its laughter in our mouths taste sweeter.
In a Brazilian hammock slung
like whiskey, we swung the sky into
night, the Loop into le sixième.
Sunned heads swerved when I cantered down Dear-
born, my soles slapping across Great Lakes
streets, with nothing in hand but lilies.
Summer Love by Winshen Liu | Sandalwood & Lily Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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