this is where a poem belongs. in hearts and songs. spells and coffee, bright and heavy. hindsight 20/20. cross the street, don’t look back. gone, just like that.
brown freckled skin leaning in sheryl sandberg style we’re both introverted. an inconvenient truth, heart on my sleeve it’s gore, all of it. you and me, sleepy and dreamy melatonin washes, lightly lapping my dream shore
seaweed avocado cream cheese, sashimi, my rice rolls as you squeeze me
i love you like a fat kid loves cake. i love you like a grandma loves to bake. like a seattle millennial loves to get baked. like a buff dude likes protein shakes. wow.
i love you like i get up in the morning after a solid 8 hours and i stretch, feels good, bones crack, lips sunrise into a smile, warmth, heat, kindling
i’m corny, you lightly graze on my insecurities, loving dove pecking at the crumbs meticulously placed all around me, surrounding me
warm hands cold heart you rub your heart of psalms against my welcoming cool soul, bringing it back, back to life, karmic, graze anatomy
Sometimes I feel like a hamster on a wheel.
Conniving, engineering an elaborate plan, dreaming, creating to do lists, scheming, strategizing on how to get off this wheel when all I have to do is