fit to burst, *****, coat you
  in tepache
ginger and sweet, stink of
  the slow gelatiny we keep

or kept

it’s just energy, right?
  this momentum is my entire chest
we are deer frolicking through
  a summer forest
especially you with the white dots you put on your cheeks

it’s cute
  and I tell you, and you hide your face
and you laugh at me for the sound I make when you hug me
  and the deer step, ginger and sweet, steep ***** down

a rock unwedges. it doesn’t mean anything.