Sweet
Prologue: Banana Bread
Beginning
You and I: a tentative beginning
in a sweet-smelling coffee shop selling
thick slices of banana bread, nutty and sweet
like the smell of coffee
being made in the morning;
morning droplets of rain, pitter patter-ing
gently tempting me back to sleep;
sleep so soft and easy
to slip into, especially
when I’m sleeping curled around
you: such simple
happiness I thought I could keep
Brave
even mountains
must feel small sometimes
when they peer
up
at the stars:
entire worlds
suspended on silver
threads
above their
heads.
i wonder if
they are afraid
of being
crushed
that's how i
feel when i look at you
you
are an entire world
dangled
before my lonely hands—
a heavy question
hanging
over my head
how to be brave
Kiss
A meeting
of two different kinds of softness
One, razor sharp
wit cushioned by rolling laughter
like ocean water weaving in and out
the frayed edges of sleep
to the melody of wordless music,
artistic appreciation for authenticity
solitary search for beauty
Two, rose petals
in the process of blooming, still dewy
with leftover fatigue from growing pains,
timorous curves whetted
on masculine desire, rainwater slick
with passion that mastered the art
of pretending to be
small
Recipe: Pecan
Sticky Bun
I am your pecan
sticky bun
when you crave
something sweet
sweet release between your thighs,
sweet release between your thighs,
let me feed you
honey from between mine— lick
a path up my breasts, their rosebud tips ripe,
a path up my breasts, their rosebud tips ripe,
beckoning for a
bite
Let me nourish you
with my body of milk and honey.
with my body of milk and honey.
Uncertainty can be
so sweet
when you make my hands sticky
with sweat when you spoon me
beneath tangled sheets, our limbs tangled
when you make my hands sticky
with sweat when you spoon me
beneath tangled sheets, our limbs tangled
together, our
breaths mixing
like my feelings.
Instead of a hit
and run,
you coaxed out softness
you coaxed out softness
I didn't think I
could give.
Buttery sunlight
drips
through closed
blinds
as our bodies lie cooling
as our bodies lie cooling
and I remember how
it felt
to trail behind my
heart as it fell
for whoever the hell it wanted.
for whoever the hell it wanted.
Your
arms tighten
gently around
me,
and I tentatively thinkmaybe I've finally caught up.
Dedicated to Sweetness
Honey-coloured
sunlight trickles
through
blinds hap-hazardly
closed by your impatient hands
closed by your impatient hands
I taste your
kisses, sweetened
by
honey between my legs
Quiet blankets
this haven we
made
from each
other’s bodies
and cushions the inside
and cushions the inside
of my head,
too
I hope I will never miss this
I hope I will never miss this
time during
which my skin is not armour
easily broken by pain, but a map
for your traveling hands
easily broken by pain, but a map
for your traveling hands
and my
insides feel as soft as your
skin, a
landing pad for my lips
Your heartbeat sleeps underneath my cheek
I wonder if I am in a memory
Race You
we’re both hungry, so
ready
set
go: race to finish
first, the wet makes it hard
to go down-
hill too fast
you
don’t stop
i’m gonna come
Powdered Sugar Sex
Your ski slope shoulders are the meanest love story ever told
I often think that powdered sugar looks like snow
On a count of three: ready, set, go
My breasts peak underneath
your fingers, they skate
indolent circles over my stomach
and I arch in invitation for you to take
the easiest route down, but no
Your ski slope shoulders tense
in calculated anticipation
and I brace my knees because I know
I’m too weak to beat you in this race
to finish
Beautiful
“You are
lush words strung together
like a necklace
of bellflowers, a
cartoon thought bubble crammed full,
raspberry lips that
laugh readily, and beautiful skin
gilded over
moon-tanned secrets. Please
tell me about the
skeletons you hide
behind that long
curtain of hair
I want to know what
makes you happy
when you try to outrun your pain.”
Flame On My Chest
You are my reddest blue
Autumn trees that look like ripe mangos
The sleepy sun air-kissing
the blushing dawn good morning
Every bodily insecurity I learned to love
Peachy summer
nights spent shimmying up
a rope of stars, Orion’s belt
the only constellation I can identify
My favourite bedtime story
molded into a muscular body
You are a flame on my
chest
Redefinition
Before you, “home” was
a dictionary definition
1. The
place where one lives permanently,
especially as a member of a family or household
You showed me home
is the primitive intimacy of wearing your sweater
and the way my thoughts settle like lake water
when you are near
You are my 6’3 home
furnished with saucy jokes
and pillowy lips that kiss
my laughter away
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