Familiarity

You words are full of flowers

there are pressed petals sleeping beneath your tongue,

waiting for you to gift lovers with crumbling gardens.

Your blushing cheeks; freckled lady bugs

fly away home,

If home is where the heart is,

then let my arms be a cardiac terrarium,

let them keep you safe.

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