When The Morning Comes

Tonight I forgot why, so

I would plant my lips

on your soft silk skin

and let my tongue

sprout like a wild fern

leaving traces of wet leaves

from your inner thighs

to your belly button,

to your cheeks that blushes pink

until I reach your lips

in which the red belongs

And by the morning

I’d remember why

I call you home

-Artwork by: Chandler Belaro