𝕾𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖓

I want to know you like a ripening fruit
Crushing berries between my fingers
Dripping sweet stickiness

Butterflies are too saccharine
They’re more like bees
And my stomach is a hive

God, give me a slow burn
To be seen by someone wholly
To be held and not held down

Slow dance with me in your kitchen
While the tea steeps
We can get to know each other