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i can't help my chest burn from the sound of her voice. bubbled cotton candy swirls melt over your tongue in hushed baby pink. her name on your mouth must taste of honey; did you forget how my name felt the same way, honey?
undulating bee on sunshine yellow petals, jacket of gold- dusted pollen over back.
with barbed wire i decorate her mistakes and her flaws, then critique her imperfections to my perennial friends with the same mouth i employ to preach sisterhood. aster, goldenrod. i swallow the soap meant to cleanse my mouth.
a bellowing storm brews within my blue, in knowing you feel for her the same way i feel for you. bathe in amber honey at summer's end. my saccharine skies of fall don't gleam as her spectrums in july.
it isn't the wind that makes me quiver; it's the flutter of your veined glass wings.
