You speak to me and I hear solely
the growl and mews of big cats,
a melody instead of words
that I understand in my sinews and bones.
Your grin is like a bee and it stings
me everytime, my stomach butterflies
itself into a cherry-tied knot as I grin
back, my brown eyes begging to taste
the pollen on your lips.
Like the vines growing in my stomach
from the appleseeds I've been eating,
I've tied our tongues and arteries
together;
granny smiths mottle your irises
as I quaff them whole,
honeycrisps bloom down my thighs
when you touch them,
you take a bite out of me
and all my innermost flora
caramelize.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the moon and her galaxies - a poetry collection
Poesíapoetry anthology in which a girl reaches to retrieve her relationship with her father, pass over a family member's suicide, and loves a boy.
