Your smirk lingers on my mind
when you left sweetness on my tongue.

Deep thoughts, deep breaths.
Honey-flavored heartaches, heartbreaks--this takes
the cake.

My feelings flow
with high viscosity, like the blood in my veins
that slowly thickens, freeze up when you touch me.

I want you here, my Dear.
You tighten your grip on me. I am
feeling naked, wanting more.

Stranger,
I crave you--consumed by thoughts of you.
Please. I want nothing to do with wanting.

I knew this
had to end
between me and you
but I enjoyed the
sweetness of your touch
still this needed to end

furrowed eyebrows, dark brown like 80% dark chocolate
(and arching wind-blown tree trunks)
these songs are guttural
branching through my trachea like
sugar snap pea vines
erupting into my mouth
(sweetness)
in the most untarnished manner you are
the grand canyon/the great barrier reef/mount everest
(natural wonders) and
nothing short of
(breathtaking)

you smell like vanilla cupcakes
taste like cherry doused kisses
laced with sandalwood and honey
sprinkled with edible sugar glitter
too sweet to resist or let go

the fan whirring and
your eyes are like pools of melted honey.
your stories stir something inside of me and I
am always nothing but sweetness for you.

coffee shop dazes in the rain
4:15 cravings
knit sweaters that I always forget
the clatter of change on the table

mindless small talk for hours
my fingers fidgeting with my phone
a second order of sweetness
another dozen moments of silence

trying desperately to keep the conversation going
your hand constantly on your phone
and I don’t know what I am doing anymore
all I know is that I might be desperate

because I have no idea if you notice
that over sips of coffee my eyes wander to you
all your denim and your scuffed up sneakers and your bed hair
I notice the lines in your hands and the hollow of your throat

and I keep biting my tongue to keep myself from saying
I kinda wanna hold your hand in mine
I kinda wanna push the hair out of your eyes
I kinda want you all to myself

I clench my hands in my lap
knowing that you are inches from me
knowing that I can hold your heartbeat if I could
knowing that you will never allow it

and maybe I will stay here
right across from you in coffee shops
trying to hide my smile behind tentative sips
knowing that I do not have a place with you.