Do you like butter tarts?

Something tender, soft, and golden
Pale spark blossoms with the moon
Butt’ry Spiral, Just unwinding
To a sweetly whispered tune
Sepia heartbeat caught in lo-fi
Rapt in some abandoned flight
Amber hist’ry: Sugared brittle
Melts beneath a crooked bite
Warm straw bundled, basket woven
Filled with dainty bon vivant
Left among the wild flowers
Queen ant made head celebrant
Care and crumb are left behind
And hollow bodies , too, abandoned
Quilled like paper, palm to palm
Cleave without a leg to stand on
Overhead dreams gather, heavy
With the weight of tears unsung
A-ttentive microscopy shows
One hundred vows unstrung
Chanced spun into holy gossamer
And woven in the sky
Waits to catch lost blossoming moonlight
To reshape your perfect smile