Reminds Me of You

The air tastes like daisies and it reminds me of you.
Starlight refracted, flected in double daylilies.
And the sun dances silver instead of gold.
Shimmershaking every butterfly tulip in the way,
All the leaves dance a sashaying flamenco
With their feetroots in place so they do not fall
Because their grace is only dawnshy and they have a tendency to
Fall out of their turns unlike dainty dahlia angels.
The fringes of their lunacy expell noxious sweet from fleshy petals
And blossoms and creatures fall down faint among them and
The earth will swallow them whole, hungry Narcissus.
Their colors bleed and they duck their crowns only briefly
Kissing it all goodnight, and each and every kiss tastes
Just like daisies.