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