Lana stirs the ocean with one lazy claw,
but the ocean is thick, but the ocean is me.
I try to step forward, but my hooves sink
into something that whispers,
something that hums in the language of desserts
that should not exist.
Drip,
drip,
drop,
cocoa from the places between time.
Sip,
sip,
stop,
Lana says I must embrace the sauce.
Drip,
drip,
drop,
I was a cow,
I was a beast,
now I am beverage,
I am feast.
She leans in close,
I smell cinnamon,
mischief,
maritime law.
You are the cup and the drink.
She purrs,
clicking twice,
a marshmallow floats by.
It has eyes, it sees too much, I sink deeper.
My uttered gurgles, my utter speaks.
A thousand baristas cry out in joy.
A thousand spoons bow in reverence.
Drip,
drip,
drop,
Lana's world,
the stars dissolve.
Sip,
sip,
stop,
I am the tide,
the milk,
the dream.
Drip,
drip,
drop,
she raises her cup to toast my fate.
I raise my hooves, but it is too late.
Lana lifts me like a doublet to the heavens.
The sky sifts,
I feel warm,
I feel sweet,
I feel poured.
Drip,
drip, drop,
Lana's world, the stars dissolve.
Sip,
sip,
stop,
I am the tide,
the milk,
the dream.
Drip,
drip,
drop,
she raises her cup to toast my fate.
Lana lifts me like a doublet to the heavens.
The sky sifts,
I feel warm,
I feel sweet,
I feel poured.