by Makayla Doyle Session
This thing we have built feels like cinnamon.
It feels warm and comforting, it feels like home base.
In every world I have loved you.
I bet even the god of the sky-
is swimming in the stars and admiring how beautiful you are.
I bet the constellations in your freckles remind him of his children.
I bet you taste like coffee.
Warm and sweet on my tongue- And when you speak,
it’s like snowflakes gently floating from your mouth.
I want to learn your language.
I want to learn your body, map out every inch with my lips.
I want to
Everything
With you