Cravings

sit with me and
let me droop a flower crown upon
your hair,

by your side we’d
whisper about our adolescence,
recollections,
our essence.

can we talk about what frightens us
and makes us cry,

favorite memories we have stored away.

make me let you in
and dig

and dig till you find my darkest times;
till you see my untouched corners-

and kiss the webs away.

let the moon light shoot out from my finger prints and my toes,
fluttering within my hair,

let me exhale onto your neck,
within relief and a sigh.

let me let you in.