dripping wet
i am a soup of myself when you hold me
searching for resting place where the living is easy
where the aches in me are hushed by your fingers in my righteous places please find them all
you hush with a sustenance that contorts to fit me tracing my body: a seasoned tailor
a reprieve of safety dare I say I like when you turn me into forest or a church?: choose either holy place and sing me prostrate
you named me sweetness
i burrow into your neck to soak in the moment making sure we are both in on this memory under the stars
are you sure? I ask in earnest exhaustion
god your beauty tires me out as you unlayer to let me in under the stars
are you sure I’m sweet?
tell me again while you crash into me
is this ok? can I ask you to prove it? to find my velvet?
is it ok if i want you
to make me believe you?
to make your name crawl from my mouth barely a whispered prayer?
can you smell my tenderness thick on my lips?
you know im a soup of myself when you hold me
please be hungry for my skin like I’m aching for yours
