This is ok,
you know?
It’s sweeter
between
my teeth
than I
thought
it’d taste—
like
salted caramel
&
clementines.
When I
cried,
the tears
didn’t crystalize
like they should have—
instead,
seared
my soul
hot
with
wonder,
fresh
and new.
Not to say:
this was
easy.
No, no—
not to say
in the least.
But rich?
Deep?
Sure.
Dripping into
my head
like hot
red wax--
this idea:
all is well.
With you,
the world is a
sharper
kind of blue.
My senses
dulled
with warm
contentment,
I allow
myself
to entertain
this idea
of both
uncertainty
&
wholeness.
I like your soul
enough;
let’s go from there.
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