You’re in trouble now, mister.
I’m gonna hold you down, no mercy.
You’re gona flip me over,
Lay me out,
Give me deep kisses,
And short-sided sighs.
Because for all my armor,
I’m a Lima bean beneath your boot heel.
turning obstacles into popsicles
And it will change me, all this. Will build up walls and break them down.
Will surround this heavy heart with battements and thorn tipped leaves.
Will then pluck them away, one at a time, savoring the small piece of my whole that sits at their base. Slowly. Curiously.
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