conceptually imbued

Here’s a concept,
drinking hot, loose leaf tea that should,
but doesn’t burn even the tip of me.
Food that I made together with you
slowly filling home with the smell
of fresh intimacy.
I feel valuable and safe and
pink-tinged handprints fade
slowly from my behind.
I’m so glad you are mine.

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