september and it’s bed

🐌 

and i’d love to know the way you see 

my eyes through and through 

your chest, heart, soul is open, 

for me, for me. 

the warmth is gentle. i’ll be so fine, to 

immerse myself in your sweet pea. 

‘rest well, love.’ 

baby’s breath tickles,

whilst the scent of pink is still high,

let’s lay for longer down here 

earth engulfs me, absolutely 

absolutely whole.

don’t forget me.

well this is embarrassing.