believe

I want you to grip me in all the wrong places, my tongue mapping your body, it's valleys and rivers. I want my days to be filled with you, and apple tang, and kurkure.

On days when I chase my own tail, pounce at my reflection in the mirror, and butt my head into yours,

when I sleep like I'm dead and burn pancakes for breakfast,

I want you to be an anchor.

when my love fumbles,

kiss me till I'm buzzed.

crack me open like a grapefruit.

be the fire that keeps us warm.

//believe//