hey you, my tender little skin-wrapped soul
you know, that i actually, really want to make acorn porridge with you?
into our tiny-teeny home next to the bird-filled tree's and saturday mornings
let's soak them into maple-syrup, as we touch each other's cheeks with sticky kisses
let's dip our noses into a mushroom-filled forest and fill ourselves with lemon-scented plants
we can sip nettle tea, feeding our souls with apricot feelings and maple leaves
and let the maple leaves bloom into our organs made of lavender & poem
let's hum a life-song and tell the clouds how tender our love is
our love for each other's apricot-scented souls
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words