i seek contentment in the birds and bees
for i love the warm land..

but i dream of remaining in the sea
never being saved by a caring hand

this is what i want
do not dissuade me, warm land
i’m writing on one of your trees in large font
all should go according to plan..

so succulent his tender love is..
“May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
For your expressions of affection are better than wine.”
intoxicating

making me melt to my knees
every time you hold me..

like an explorer to newfound treasure
why venture away from my greatest discovery yet..


your love.



-im not leaving you my dear..

it wasn’t on purpose.

you were sitting there on the hill
so peacefully.
the gentle breeze convincing me that i
needed to accompany you.
you were examining the small stack of papers that
you saved from your therapy sessions.
i walked over and you heard my steps, tried to be subtle but eh.
you had your nilla cookies and a snapple..
it was simple..
you eventually got a brownie and another snapple for us to share.

if you take a bite out of this brownie, we can consider this a date

and with no words
you took a bite.