<p>I haven’t been kissed in so long.<br />
When everyone is tucked<br />
between bedsheets stuffed with<br />
love and honeycomb (because</p>
I haven’t been kissed in so long.
When everyone is tucked
between bedsheets stuffed with
love and honeycomb (because
even I know that
the sweetest of loves crumble
between dawn and dusk);
I walk through trees
singing to me about growth
as I press flowers on
my neck and the corner of
my lips waiting for something soft,
Again.
