There is a yellow blanket that smells like babies in love,
kisses tasting like cherry chapstick and Dr. Pepper.
The flickering of your mom’s scented candles
catch my eye in the dichotomy of lights,
as I look at the chocolate chip freckles
speckled on the white of your skin.
My stomach feels like butterflies, No
like caterpillars
squirming in metamorphosis
you smile and your hands are cold
as you kiss another parasite into my hungry mouth.
