When the petals dried up,
when I woke up one morning and there they were,
scattered about cadavers,
Our love had gone awry.

There was enough sadness in me
to wither a field of sunflowers as I pass.
And the apples in my cheeks,
one day decided to stop hiding my sorrow.

I breathe you in.
I take you up.
All your mysteries. All your flaws.
And all, all that I love- I take it up,
gently; humanly.
To be tossed about like a rag doll.

I am not stained.
I am not broken.
And I am not just extrinsic beauty!
See me!
Past the doll, I pose.
I pose for you, to be taken!
To be loved!

Accept me,
And love me,
extrinsically, intrinsically
love me.
For all that I am,
Just as I do you.

Today
I smell sweet
like waffle cones and honey
Today
you sweep up
my delicate heart
put it in your khaki pocket
and here I am,
soft and blind for you.

It’s all I want to be

These days
surrounded by sweets
whispering sweet nothings
sneaking nibbles of sugary skin
These days of spring
They’re all I want,
have,
or ever will.

Like waffle cones and honey,
Today is the day that I’ve wanted for years.
The day I dreamed of while whisking.

When your hands find the parts of my body, emollient.
And my nerves are pounding like a stampede
that drum up the smell of my perfume- honey.

The dream. The man who waited.
The man I waited to love.
Surrounded by decadence
with our decadent love.