I want to curl up like a kitten in the sun with you.
I want to tan our skins together.
Matchy-Matchy in our perpetual contentment.
I want to cuddle close into your ribcage.
So close I become a second heart,
Beating out the syllable of our names combined.
I want to be sticky sweet nauseous in love with you.
But in all honesty I don’t want that.
I don’t want the eventual explosion I know that will lead to.
I just want you to fill the hollow.
The hollow between my stomach and my backbone
It’s not custom sized to you
But you’ll fit for now.