you got me
pumpkin spice
coffee
licking off
burning cinnamon
from my lips
you asked me
if I was hungry
I said a little
shy grin
and you
broke off
a piece of
your baggette
and handed it
to me
you make me nervous
I don't know why
you always smile
and still smiling
smiling back away
laughter
upturned smile
if you're
partial to
the moon
take the
stars to
the spiral case
winding down
to the beginning
you keep
worrying
I will fall
don't want
to perfume
regret
nothing holding
me back
~Sarah Mahina Calvelllo~
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