with the chanting spell . i tip-toe
in circles on cappuccine clouds .
so soft . so fine . til i drop
in the womb of sweet papaya milk .
so creamy . so sweet
against the paleturquoise sky .

with such glorious weather, it can’t be more appropriate to start our first date in the high tower up above the white fluffs where we’ll picnic on the glowing wings of a striding gull across the glistening bay.