By: Shelbi Henny

Sucking nectar that replaces air 
permanently settling on motions that spill
claiming emotions that deliver in bulk 
boxes and cartons of inventory 
i carry loads
revealing that moment that captured my soul
starvation of exposure
that will confide in you 
showing me and sparing no bars 
no fumes 
that trails to your nose 
and places spells 
coating your tongue and leaving piles of 
laundry 
withholding space
plowing pumpkin seeds in misty waters
soft sandy soil
and muddy roots
Knowing myself as vulnerable
growing into you
entwinning 
feeling like high school kids 
knowing our age depicts range
knowing our status places us against the generation
tickling the auxillary to placements 
replaces air with flowers that bare fruit
did i really describe you