our days have grown
like beards
.
.
like birds
.
like breasts
.
you eat me
( but i don't feel swallowed )
you haunt me
( but i am not frightened )
i am not
i am not
i do not
shiver out of fear
anymore
but quiver when stirred
.
* baker love *
. .
you hold me like a cupcake
.
~ sugar fetish ~
feline brother
sing to me again
turn my girly hair
.
..
into blossom ivy