Sticky Sweet Delirious



look here boy.



the sky is splitting into
secret strawberry strands

to stand
in the afterglow
of your love
makes me
a nauseous
jittery glittery girl

in the way that
something beautiful
always makes my stomach
honeycomb knot,
eyes glaze with the superfluous notion

that somehow all the rights
might be crawling up
the insides of my thighs
stretching around & swarming
insidious hips

that forget to breathe without you.



here boy.  come.



let's tuck ourselves into
astronimical delusion
reinvent widespread intoxication

spread wide
and become

sticky sweet delirious
here
in the afterbirth




of us.