I dress in florals
a lush meadow for you to dive into
and disappear
fingers on skin
drawing intricate patterns
leaving shivers in their wake
hands burning hot
searching for where they feel
most at home
gripping soft part after soft part
with such desperation
it seems as if letting go
would be the end of you
and the soft parts welcome you
to stay and explore
a home that yearns for your return
the very moment you leave
© coldscars