Dream Catch Me
by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON
You would dream catch me
free-falling into ambrosia
until the very
smell of this ointment
would only stench.
And I, a hyperbole
for your pages,
would tear and wrinkle,
bundled into crumbs
and thrown aside.
No longer burning,
as the ocean,
for your fervent smile.
Copyright (C) Brianna Rose Burton 2011
8/18/2011