butterfly kisses of ecstasy
offering immortality
idyllic thoughts of sunlit plains
tinseled memories made us infamous

we are flies caught in amber
securing our golden tomb
their faces made of an aubade
slowly calling to the twinkles of sunlight

reveling in opulence
fictitious reality permeating their
picturesque reverie

refusing the philistine mentality
hanging in the lourve like paintings
revered by myriads of people
cynics frowned
but they carried on in their
lemoncello thoughts

ostentatious behavior
a grandiose facade
honey trickling down sugared lips
in this moment we are infinite

their indolence perfumes the air
lavish lifestyle concealing
a fabricated identity
pursing an elusive thing

la dolce vita.