surprising intension

by: shelbi Henny

I burned my tongue on 
fresh 
brewed tea 
taking in the capacity 
that we 
inhabit patterns 
that bind
me to 
confessing my true
feelings
announcing that they grew 
like amber weeds
and came from strange 
procedures 
that i coil into possibilities 
that leave me afraid 
and you unsure
to soft templates that sing 
Bootsy Collins
I'd rather be with you 
hindsight
to anabolism 
and opening to that feeling 
of being the only one
surrounding me with emotions 
that lift me 
midair 
this is love 
fear it enter and leaving 
as i hesitate my immediate
incandescent 
molecules to sparks
meanings and uncertainty
having to be honest
and aim for this timid 
encounter
i'm wrapped around your finger