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.