Your lips taste like honey
Like summer skies and orange sunsets,
Golden roses, midnight dreams
Soak slowly, I let you drown me
Your breath makes me twirly
Like swirling storms inside my stomach
Fluttering marigolds and yellow petals
rain down when you touch me
Our fingers, no, bodies are intertwined
Like messy strands of hair at 11 a.m.
Waking up to kisses and tea
I truly let you drown me
Scattered letters and bleeding pens
Carve their way into my heart
Harsh lines and soft edges stay
Until my sorrows turn into art
Molded and mended
I bleed and I breathe
The letters that you wrote to me
Made me realize suddenly
That we are not disorderly
We are a harmony
A synchrony, a symphony
A wretched mess of limbs, we are
Like folded pages in a book of poems
Entangled words all mangled up
And faded ink underneath the sun’s glow
But
We are not entangled letters
Or words or limbs
We are parallel lines
that were never meant to touch
liquid guilt 