when loving you out loud
isn’t enough for us anymore—
i will hide small truths in candlewax
that you can uncover as you douse your space
in fragrant radiance.
collect them like trinkets, maybe,
so that they feel
suddenly
important to you.
i will carve the soap bump tracks
off the side of the tub.
feel free to linger until you prune,
and remember that
this is what
leaves
go through to become
tea.
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