the kitchen is a mess darling
and right now so am i
unfurled by your words
like a spool of yarn
pulled from the center
you pull me in closer
your eyes glisten
like the glasses on the table
empty now, lipstick on one edge
as you pull me to the counters edge
your hushed whispers like rain
falling on the roof in a summer storm
gentle, provoking me toward magic
your breath lingers on my lips
like wine and saffron
your touch warm
like a shot of bourbon
pull me in closer
closer still
one of these messes
will just have to wait