intrigue is for lovers who hope

: if you have metaphors for heat,

let them cool to a simmer

before you read - //

 

 

she is

sweet like a sip of summer

 

and most likely hard to hold,

like trying to stifle a giggle

or like keeping a deep inhale

in the pit of my chest -

 

she is

concerned with me

 

not like prematurely upset,

but instead

like tending to a fallen flower by

kissing the stem

where it bends -

 

it’s complicated, i

am impatient, and she

feels like wonder, but

 

there is no rushing

the time it takes

to love me

without answers -

 

we remain

in the options of early spring,

and she most likely carries the rain

like dew - //

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