you are soft like pastel clouds, hibiscus tea and velvet bed sheets.
i'd been dreaming of ascending when i felt myself rise
out of the open sore darkness that had its hands
around my throat.

sometimes i wonder which tee shirt you sleep in.

you are sweet like peach nectar and vanilla extract.
you are the kind of beautiful that it hurts to glance at,
looking at you is like swallowing salt water, it's
almost like dying.

sometimes i wonder what secrets you're keeping.

you are shy like a child hiding behind long floral skirts.
i'm lost in between the corners of your mouth staring at your
lips as you speak, wanting to stop your voice just
for a bit with my lips.

you're holding my hand and you've started to seep in.

sometimes i wonder,
if divinity is the length of your lashes,
or the racing of our hearts,
with their quiet *** *** bums.