we curl inside
this pile
of sewn feathers,
into a confettied cocoon
of cotton
we spoon.
our eyes sing
whispered wanting
that ripples across
orion's salted darkness
your fingers trace
my vanilla silhouette
and set ablaze a terrace
that melts us a buttery mess
I ask for forever through
sugared breaths and bet
this bed that he'll say yes.
