Amber

Lovely Amber 

She's spider-cider dreams 

A stainglass nectarine 

Forbidden fruit from the tree 

She's crimson and clover 

Glazing me over 

With peaches and cream 

I've no more air to breathe 

Smothering to death 

In her syrup sunset 

With sticky Midas fingertips 

Holds me in a honeycrypt 

She seals me with a kiss 

From her marmalade lips 

Weeping Heliades tears 

And Amber's keeping me here