I melt like honey in your hands, and

your teeth are perfect, and

I’d let you take chunks out of this torn up heart

if

I could feed on your secret morsels, and

you’d explore the treacherous river of my soul that

needs more than a white-water raft to survive, 

but

that’s all I have to offer. 

zoe winther secret morsels teachers pet poetry
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