I don't mean.. the stars that are, the stars that appear in the sky every evening. I mean the stars that I see, the ones that float in my mind as thought'y matter but seem to almost exist in a peculiar reality.

I like to imagine that stars are palm-sized, fruit-like, perhaps this is because of starfruit. I picture something much like a starfish, but more neutral not really alive in the traditional sense. The star.. that no one could eat but would hold and the taste would be the very sweetest of all tastes in the world.

I'd like the stars to taste similar to..
                        plums (for you)
               a clementine
                                 candy apples but..soft
root beer floats
                       sweet lovers lips.