Honey-coated spoon bills
gloss me a golden reflection.
Tiny sprinkles; icing-dust pollen;
tickles my nostrils into a
flare of flirtatious sensations,
bursting through the stillness of a hot day,
like a horn blast.
Wow. I'm not even entirely sure what to say about this. It reminds me how random inspiration is. It's pretty thought provoking. It would be fun to see what people would say if the title didn't reveal what this is based on.
"flare of flirtatious sensations,"
I think that was my favorite line, because it was a use of those words where you wouldn't normally come across them.