Sky in. A type of kin that will make even

you beg for more. Whispers of favourites

turn the flame on. I let the words curve into

my mouth this way—what I’m trying to say

is still unfinished and coded it sounds a lot

like unspoken verbs, pronoun of this is the

heart. The adjective is the way the mind is

feeling but too scared of its truth. We have

never done things this way before. 
Our words are backwards and on purpose,

how do we make sense of all this heat, what

happens when both passion and tension

sweeten the tongue, how do we tame

ourselves out of these flames so carefully

careless we could set everything on fire the

way we like this feeling to be this talented.

Watch the way it has taken over a body that

shares the words care and love with self.
When she lets you in be carefully honest

with everything, she is both blind and bright

in the same notion.