Pink Cherub

Twinkling eyes
And a tingling fear,
The queen of dollhouse
So far…so near.
Like a feather she floats
In her wonderland;
Untameable, elusive,
A fistful of sands.
A slight of hand,
A breath of sigh;
A piercing look
And I am high.
She is a poem. She is love,
An ice cream tub.
My Goddess is a fluffy
Pink cherub.

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