language of secrets

you taste like butterscotch on rum

many stories unfold at the tip of your tongue

the ink is the colour of your lips

scribbling words

into stories

upon the air

tell me all your secrets

my heart has infinite space

to hold all of your embrace

come in to me

i will keep your secrets

sealed and tender

like glass against

lemonade and beet

sugar

my sweet delight

sur

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