the symbolism of this poem is very heavy. i wrote it in a confident spell one night after someone had pissed me of really bad, and looking back on it, it has come to be one of my most favorite poems that i've written.
typically, cinnamon is supposed to be associated with warmth and the idea of christmas: the idea that i was going for was that i was home to someone, and nobody could stop that. similarly, cinnamon has a little bit of a kick to it, which is intended to symbolize how fiesty and rowdy i can get when someone rubs me the wrong way.
as a teenage human, i've had my share of kisses (shocker, i know.), and the most common thing that i get from people who have kissed me is that my lips are soft and apparently very nice. while i don't quite understand this idea, i've used it in this poem to create an idea that i'm unforgettable. the people who have kissed me (and even people who haven't) always end up telling me that my most memorable feature is my lips.
