a brush of honey under the tongue
makes eyes sweeter for mirrors
few drops of aphrodite's oil over hair
makes dreams become a reality
one, two, three sugar cubes
for your chamomile tea?
i'll take simple syrup instead
the burning fields on top
of a single cigarette read the
quietest secrets in the sky
spider's web for my dress
and a doe's eye for my pretty
watch out, my owl won't tolerate
your attacks on my peace
— stolas, i apologize.
