Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.
Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.
The shape of the land, scooped out—trenched by water. I imitate this trickling down my throat, cleansing my insides, preparing for deep winter nights and mornings quiet.
Under our soft-knit blanket, I cave into You—sweet flame, sugar between us, my child’s heart free to play with You.
Light a candle, press play, and let the room fold you into shadowed tenderness.
My spine unfurled— a flower, too.